TORONTO - For almost all his time coaching in Toronto, Randy Carlyle has played the media game to perfection.
He has smiled on cue, been self-deprecating, occasionally funny, answered all the right questions with almost all the right answers, and somehow has deftly avoided dropping the kind of self-inflicted bombs that figuratively would blow up in the face of his predecessor, Ron Wilson.
Until Tuesday night.
When the hockey bomb went off. When a verbal miscue — a lost moment, really — changed everything. Whatever the relationship was between James Reimer and Carlyle, it can’t be the same anymore. Whatever trust was left, if there is any, seems to be gone.
At a time when a coach needed to protect a goaltender he was in need of for Game 71 and who knows how much longer, Carlyle allowed the emotion of yet another disappointing defeat, another self-induced loss, to get the better of him.