"I feel like I was putting it where I wanted most of the time. Maybe goalies are reading my shot better. Maybe I need tweak something," he said, unable to put a finger on difference. "I haven't really figured out why they weren't going in as much this year. That's something I'm going to have to try to figure out and tweak. Coming into next season, hopefully I can score a few more goals."
Overall, his game didn't drastically change from a year ago. In fact, DeBrincat actually improved his play defensively, facing drastically fewer shots, chances and goals against at 5-on-5. He saw comparative ice time with linemate regulars Patrick Kane and Dylan Strome, similar time on ice metrics and numbers in shot attempts, blocked shots, posts hit, you name it.
To the naked eye, it just seemed at times that in the offensive zone unlucky break after unlucky break kept coming his way. And goalies kept finding ways to stop more pucks that found twine the previous year.
There was perhaps no greater sign of DeBrincat's bad luck than in Game 3 against Vegas. Having contributed early in the playoffs as a setup man with three assists in the opening three games, he was still in search of his first playoff goal. Down 2-0 in the series, the forward put eight shots on net in Game 3 alone, including several prime scoring chances, with nothing to show for it.
"I thought I had a lot of good chances, just didn't squeak through," was all a visibly frustrated DeBrincat could muster after the game.
"It's hard when the bounces don't go your way and you're working hard, you're making good plays and making things happen," Toews said of his team that struggled converting as a whole that night. "(DeBrincat was) all over the puck in the offensive zone."
The work ethic paid off with goals in Chicago's final two games - the first, a monkey-off-the-back empty-netter to seal a season-prolonging Game 4 victory and the second, a tap-in by virtue of being in good position to clean up a Dylan Strome feed at the top of the crease off a rush. Neither were highlight-reel tallies, but sometimes just seeing a puck finally cross the goal line off your stick can put a racing mind at ease.