STOCKHOLM -- In the waning moments, they could tell how much it meant to Filip Forsberg , as he got more vocal on the bench, as he egged them on, as he pushed. He wanted the game, wanted to win, not just because it was a W the Nashville Predators so desperately needed, but also because of what the game and the day signified for him.

They saw it in his words and his eyes. They saw it in the way he picked up a loose puck late in the third period with a one-goal deficit, saw it in the way he went forehand to backhand, sniping the puck into the top corner on Arturs Silovs with 70 seconds remaining.

They saw it in the way he celebrated, hands pumping, smile wide under his trademark mustache.

They saw it in the fairy-tale ending he forced into existence, that goal tying the game at 18:50

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