Ahhh, the age old question that dates all the way back to the days well prior to the modernization of goalie helmets - "hey ref, what the fuck were you watching?!" Sometimes it needs to be answered more than others, and one of those times is undoubtedly when the oversized person manning one of two obvious focal points on the rink is standing there just begging to take some vulcanized rubber to the face for a relatively extensive period of time. Oh well, there is some good news. Not only did Jake Allen make it out of a potentially dangerous situation unscathed, but the authoritative ineptitude that left him at risk proved - once and for all - that officials aren't just lying through their teeth when they say they didn't see a play that they botched beyond belief. Considering there would no reason not to blow the whistle in that scenario, I think it's time for all of us to come together and accept that peripheral blindness has become an epidemic in the referee community. I suggest you say a prayer for all of those that don the stripes before you lay your head down to sleep tonight, because they aren't as stupid as their farsightedness makes them appear. That might seem kinda harsh, but it's as much of a compliment as I can muster up after watching them stand there half asleep while giving Marty Brodeur a near heart attack...
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