"Canadiens win the puck back in their own zone—Keller jumps on it. Nathan Keller, the assistant captain, and the 22-year-old has been a problem for defenders all season.

Here he comes through center—Keller with speed. Cuts inside, and he drops the first defender with a shoulder fake. Keller keeps it—slips past another—he’s carving everyone up right now.

Keller hits the blue line—pulls it back inside, toe drag—beats a third man clean! This is unreal. Keller’s still got it, driving the slot—quick handle—backhand—

HOLY—KELLER SCORES! NATHAN KELLER PUTS ON A SHOW!

What a goal. What a statement. That’s an absolutely ruthless finish from a young player who plays with zero fear and a ton of swagger.

You give Keller an inch and he’ll take the whole rink. He just danced through half the team and buried it like it was nothing. This kid is a killer on the ice—and he knows it.”

Nathan skated a lap as his teammates celebrated, his eyes on the San Jose Sharks, looking pissed off and frustrated. Montreal was up 3-0, mostly thanks to Keller. He smirked as he skated to the bench, throwing himself in and grabbing his water bottle, spraying through his helmet and to his mouth.

After the game, an obvious win, Nathan changed out of his gear, laughing with his teammates as they opened beers and discussed their celebratory plans.

"Keller, you coming?"

Of course he was.