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NEW YORK -- For Henrik Lundqvist, the focus is not on recording shutouts. Adidas Stan Smith Dam Rea . Instead, the emphasis is just on playing well -- individually and as a team.Shutouts, he reasoned, are satisfying byproducts of everyone perfectly executing the game plan.Every goalie, you feel good about your game when you get a shutout, Lundqvist said after making a season-high 35 saves for his 60th career shutout to lead the New York Rangers to a 5-0 win over the St. Louis Blues on Tuesday night. Every game youre looking for the complete game (where) you dont give up goals, obviously. Its a good feeling when you do that.Jimmy Vesey had a goal and two assists, and Dan Girardi, Rick Nash, Mats Zuccarello and Kevin Hayes also scored for New York, which has won seven of its first 10 games.Chris Kreider, who missed the previous four games due to neck spasms, had two assists as 11 Rangers players recorded at least one point.Were making plays when theyre there, defenseman Marc Staal said. Its allowing us to be effective and right now were scoring on chances which helps, for sure.Jake Allen started in goal for St. Louis and allowed four goals on 19 shots until he was replaced by Carter Hutton after Zuccarello made it 4-0 with 7:05 remaining in the second. Hutton stopped eight of the nine shots he faced. The Blues lost for the third time in five games.Thats a hell of a team, Blues coach Ken Hitchcock said. They gave us a hell of a lesson. They are playing great team hockey and they just exposed any weakness we had. They exposed it. Theyve done it to a few teams.The Rangers led 2-0 after goals 1:34 apart midway through the first period. Giradi opened the scoring 9:37 in with a 4-on-4 goal at 9:37 as his shot ricocheted off the skate of the Blues Vladimir Tarasenko and bounced off the ice and past Allens glove side.Vesey then doubled the lead 1:34 later on the power play as he skated down the slot and snapped a pass from Derek Stepan past Allens stick for his sixth of the season.Im starting to get really confident out there and try some things I might not have tried a couple games ago, Vesey said. I think confidence is everything in this game and right now its high. ... I am riding that.Nash scored his fifth of the season 6:18 into the second to extend the advantage to 3-0. Vesey began the sequence by intercepting Kevin Shattenkirks clearing pass in the neutral zone, then carried the puck into the offensive zone where he found Nash, who banked a shot off Allen from behind the net.Zuccarellos power play tap-in 6:37 later made it 4-0, and prompted Hitchcock to replace Allen with Hutton.Hayes got one past Hutton 5:07 later as he finished a passing sequence with Vesey and J.T. Miller with his third of the season.Lundqvist, who entered the game with a .901 save percentage and 2.45 goals-against average, wasnt consistently tested by the Blues, but was strong when called upon and got his first shutout of the season. Lundqvists toughest save was a sprawling pad stop on Robby Fabbri late in the first period.Ive been feeling good the last few weeks, Lundqvist said. This was a game where I was more involved.The Rangers entered the game leading the NHL in goals per game at 3.89 and were tied with Philadelphia for the most goals scored (35). The Blues came in fourth in goals allowed per game (2.22) and tied for fifth in total goals allowed (20).New York finished the game 2 for 5 on the man advantage, while the Blues were unable to convert on their two chances.Right now the guys are finding the options and getting some real good looks on it, Rangers coach Alain Vigneault said of his teams power play, which is converting 23.7 percent of its chances.Game notes Blues D Jay Bouwmeester dressed in his 1,000th NHL game. He is 18th active player and the 307th in league history to reach the milestone. ... The game was the second of two regular season meetings between the teams. The Blues beat the Rangers 3-2 in St. Louis on Oct. 15. ... D Ryan McDonagh missed two shifts following a high stick from the Blues Patrik Berglund. ... According to the Rangers, New Yorks 40 goals in its first 10 games marks the first time since 1992-93 that the team reached that mark.UP NEXTBlues: At Dallas on Thursday night.Rangers: Host Western Conference-leading Edmonton on Thursday night. Adidas Superstar Rea . A big centre with all the tools to be an elite player, Johansen paced the Blue Jackets with a standout game Saturday night. He had a goal and two assists for a career-high three points as Columbus beat the New York Islanders 5-2 to snap a five-game losing streak. Stan Smith Adidas Dam Sverige . The 31-year-old Spain midfielder hasnt played since Madrid lost in the Copa del Rey final to Atletico Madrid in May due to back and foot injuries. http://www.nmdsverige.com/ . According the Toronto Star, a knee injury will keep Sundin out of the lineup, which includes former teammates Gary Roberts, Darcy Tucker, Tie Domi and Curtis Joseph. If you write, people want to visit your office. It doesnt matter if youre immortal or middling; the immortal may get lines of tourists, and the middling curious friends and straggling fumigators, but the impulse is the same -- people want to see where the mystery happens, if only to make the mystery less mysterious. They want to see the talismans rubbed smooth and the voodoo dolls stuck with pins; they want to admire the view that somehow produces the point of view; most of all, they want not only to spy where the magician stashes his hat, but also to make sure he feeds the rabbits. The work may revel in disarray; but the office should be nothing less than a vision of order, evidence that a story well-written should lead to a life well-lived.In this, my office is no different from the haunt of any other scribbler: It attracts visitors. Its only distinction is that also repels them. Time and again, Ive lead the hopeful up the stairs to the little bedroom that serves as my atelier, only to see the reality snuff the hope -- and the fantasy that my office might be charming enough to warrant description en fran?ais -- from their eyes. It is a sobering experience, for them and for me; for I have seen kindly family members literally recoil from the sight of my workshop, and well-meaning acquaintances let out an involuntary Oh under their breath, before turning on their heels and getting the hell out, as if they have seen something they werent meant to see. I have had many people come to visit; I have never had anyone stay very long, including my wife, my daughter and my dog.?I do not know why this is, exactly. My office is on the second floor of my house, with a pleasing view of a wooded backyard; its loaded with knick-knacks and personal mementoes; it is bursting -- barnacled -- with books. Though small and cramped, it is, in short, as well-appointed as many another writers domicile, and I am nothing if not friendly. Come and visit, and I will not only show you around; I will make sure the unsteady stack of literary magazines tottering in the corner doesnt fall on you. Come and visit, and I will explain why taped to my window frame is not only a succession of wallet photos of my daughter Nia, but also postcards of Hans Hobleins portraits of Thomas More and Thomas Cromwell, angrily squaring off. Come and visit, and I will show you not only the first book I ever bought -- The Portable Faulkner, kept within easy reach -- but also, like, the four-thousandth.?And yet nobody visits; or, put another way, everybody by now knows better than to come up the stairs. Hell, I know better. When I come home from traveling, my office is often the first place I stop and visit; it also the first place I flee, even when I have to write. This is not a bad thing; more and more, I have stripped myself of rituals, and have made offices of wherever I happen to sit myself down. I write on the couch; I write in bed; I write, like everybody else, at Starbucks; I write, as I am writing now, in a cubicle at the local public library. My office is often where I start; some impersonal place, barren of everything but necessity, is generally wheree I, and whatever it is I am writing, end up. Adidas Stan Smith Rea. My wife would offer a simple explanation for the failure of my office to be an office: its a mess. I disagree. Not that its messy, or that the accumulated water glasses and coffee cups tend to overwhelm the meaning of the carefully curated personal arcana; it is, and they do. But even on those occasions when Ive tidied up, there is something about my office that keeps visitors at bay, something that goes to the heart of the whole idea that the best place to find a writer is where he or she happens to work. A scribblers haunt is always haunted by the unscribbled, and so it is with mine. It hardly matters that I keep, within arms length of the plastic core-building accordion that now serves as my chair, a chronological collection of every magazine in which Ive published a story. It matters even less that, since Ive been at this a while, the collection can be measured by the yard, for on the shelves above are the yards of uniform slipcased masterpieces published by the Library of America, to which Ive dutifully and nerdily subscribed for 35 years. The discrepancy is intentional; so is the comment cast upon my output by the complete works of H.L Mencken and Mark Twain. My office, then, is where my motivation melds with my masochism, and where as a result I can neither stay nor stay away from very long.?Of course, unless youre Philip Roth -- unless youre in the Library of America -- I cant imagine that many writers feel differently about their offices than I do. I cant imagine that they find their offices places of refuge, as anything indeed but places of trial, which is why Ive come to believe that admiring a writers work enough to seek out the place where it was written is akin to liking a steak enough to seek out where it was slaughtered. Its interesting, if you can ignore the blood on the walls. Ive never been able to, especially when it comes to my own little abattoir, though thats not to say that Im not still beguiled by the promise of writing in the comfort of my own home, surrounded by books, magazines, and photographs of those I love. I even have a few good luck charms that seem to work, and a few photographs that serve to inspire me when all seems lost, such as those of me finally starting a football game at the end of my senior year in high school, after what seemed a lifetime of ignominiously riding the bench. It was not only the first success of my life; it was a success of endurance over talent, and so pertinent to my eventual life as a writer. The only problem is that when I look at those photos, what they have to teach seems small, compared to what I often see through the window right next to them. There, the red-tailed hawk that haunts my backyard has chosen as his perch a branch not more than 10 feet away, and directly in my line of sight; and so the greatest inspiration of my office is watching him go dutifully to his, where he tends to his wriggling prey, and then flies off, leaving nothing but bones behind. ' ' '