Marchant is ten points short of five hundred on his career and he'll probably get there, but only a very bold writer would predict many more.

The good news for Marchant is that, in a way, what he does from now on in his hockey career doesn't matter. Short of scoring on his own goal in overtime of the Stanley Cup final, there's not much he can do to put a tarnish on his legacy. Thirty years from now, when grandparents are setting their grandchildren on their knees and talking about the Edmonton Oilers, they won't talk about a man who Doug MacLean overpaid or who hung on a season or two past his time, but they will talk about the boy who taught Edmonton was speed really looked like, and about one cloudy night in April when he brought the thrill of victory to a city that had almost forgotten it.