As the saying goes, to the victory goes the spoils, so typically I'd say it's not my place to rain on the parade of the Columbus Blue Jackets following their unbelievably impressive and unlikely come-from-behind road win over the best team in the NHL. That being said, given my admittedly biased belief that John Tortorella is an insufferable blowhard, I'm bringing the shit storm if absolutely anyone is hailing him as the guest of honor at said parade.
That's not necessarily a gripe with the content of his motivational monologue, though I hardly found it to be an award-winning incitement of determination that couldn't be heard bouncing off the walls of almost every other locker room in the league, but rather the timing and impact of it. This was a pregame speech, which means Columbus proceeded to get pushed around the ice as effortlessly as a curling stone almost immediately after their coach caused their ears to ring with a expletive-laced rant whose most intriguing quality was its censorship. The first period ended 3-0, and it could have been much worse if not for some heroics from a goaltender that has no intention of continuing to listen to Torts beyond this postseason.
Therefore, assuming we're not crediting self-starting professional athletes for calming their nerves and scoring a bunch of timely goals over two hours later, or Victor Hedman for moving around the ice about as aimlessly as a parking cone with a rabid rat trapped underneath, I'd say it's much more likely the competitive spirit to put together a ferocious comeback was conjured up by blocking out the noise of that fiery failure of an pep talk. That is, if we absolutely must assign it some convenient correlation to the outcome in retrospect.