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GLENDALE, Ariz. -- A trip to the desert didnt cool the Calgary Flames scorching power-play unit, and the penalty kill had a good night, too.Kris Versteeg put Calgary ahead with its third power-play goal of the game in the third period in a 4-2 win over the Arizona Coyotes on Monday.Versteeg and Troy Brouwer had a goal and assist each for Calgary, which had lost its last two games but has at least one power-play goal in its past eight contests. Calgary has 13 power-play goals in those eight games.The PP was good. Even on the times we didnt score, I thought we had some good looks, Versteeg said.T.J. Brodie put in an empty-net goal with a minute to play to complete the scoring. Mikael Backlund also scored and Matthew Tkachuk added two assists for Calgary.Christian Dvorak and Ryan White scored for Arizona, and Mike Smith had 24 saves.The Flames killed five Coyotes power plays, including a 5-on-3 late in the third period.Calgary took a 2-1 lead 20 seconds into the third period with Brouwers eighth goal of the season, but the Coyotes tied it at 9:07 when Whites long shot bounced off goalie Brian Elliotts leg pads and across the goal line.The Flames challenged the goal for offside, but it was upheld after review.Elliott, starting for the first time since Nov. 28, made 25 saves.The third was just all special teams. We had a little bit of everything in that game, Elliott said. The 5-on-3 kill, I think, was the story of the game.The Coyotes came out strong on offense and defense, taking 10 shots on goal before the Flames recorded their first. One of those was Dvoraks third goal of the season, when the 20-year-old center backhanded the puck into the net off a failed clearance by Elliott at 5:12.Josh Jooris got the assist when Elliotts try bounced off him to Dvorak in front. Jooris was making his home debut after being claimed off waivers on Dec. 11.Coyotes captain Shane Doan, still looking for his 400th NHL goal, had his shot saved by Elliott with 42.6 seconds left in the first after a turnover.The Coyotes managed just two shots on goal in the second period.Versteeg was helped off the ice by a trainer and taken to the locker room at 7:23 of the second after taking an elbow to the head from the Coyotes Jamie McGinn, who was given a two-minute penalty.I thought it was a little high, Flames coach Glen Gulutzan said of McGinns hit. The league will have to do what they do to see what they think.The resulting power play produced Calgarys first goal, with Backlund scoring his sixth of the season.Arizona had allowed just three power-play goals at home this season but surrendered three in six chances on Monday.We made some mistakes that put them on the power play, so thats the biggest one, Coyotes coach Dave Tippett said. When you cant kill them, that complicates things a lot.Both teams delivered big hits in the first half of the second period, which brought about a fight between McGinn and Deryk Engelland. Both got five-minute penalties.Versteeg returned and assisted on Brouwers goal. Forward Johnny Gaudreau got off a pass to Brouwer for the assist just before being leveled by Alex Goligoski.Gaudreau was also taken to the locker room after being down on the ice for a few moments but returned to bench with less than three minutes gone in the third.Game notes The teams combined to serve 36 penalty minutes. ... 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His old, high-strung, nothings-good-enough, pushing-himself, perfection-demanding, obsession-embracing, brilliant self.Hed shot 626.2 in the air rifle in a World Cup test event, which is 10.4 per shot, which in the previous scoring system would roughly translate to 598/600, which is by any measure a pretty, decent score.Well, for most people. But since when was Abhinav Bindra, in his old self, most people?And so when Gaby Buhlmann, one of his coaches, walks by, and hes standing there with that very Bindra look which is all inconsolable fury, and she asks him about the scoresheet that hes holding, he says this:Its toilet paper.Crap score.Unworthy.Pitiful.If you wanted an introduction to driven and be acquainted with desire, then you had to meet Bindras old self. Under his skin, desperation crawled. Hed examine every pellet of hundreds under a magnifying glass in case one had a flaw. Because he couldnt afford a flaw. Because he was in pursuit of only the flawless. Hed unlock his range at 3am, in his underwear, because a brilliant idea had struck him, and dont raise that eyebrow. How else does perfection come?His old self had coaches who tuned his focus and tightened his technique and grew him up, but no one needed to kindle his flame. When he told me, years ago, about the time he shot 600/600 six times in practice and wasnt happy, even I, whod read enough on eccentricity and sport, thought, Dear God, who is this?But that old self, its mostly gone, its broken apart. Only slivers of it remain, only remnants left behind of a younger man, only pieces which show up now and then for a second.Because in the next second he corrects himself.Its not toilet paper.His score is not crap, he reminds himself. Its impressive. Its a score to be respected. To be grateful for. His old, hard self took him to Olympic gold in 2008 but no athlete, no human, can stay the same. His old self was too hard to maintain and so he keeps reinventing himself, challenging himself, invigorating himself, discovering himself. He doesnt just experiment with shooting, hes turned himself into a shooting experiment.He has kept trying to reshape himself, to be less anxious, less negative, less hard on himself. Till here he is, at the cusp of his fifth Games, a Games which has tested him, ruined him, fuelled him, made him and now to this Games he says goodbye. Hes like a bullet that has travelled too far. Hes not going back.I have less shots left.And no more Olympics.***Bindra and I have history. Actually a book, his book, titled A Shot at History. The writing of it made us, him 33 now, me 53, friends. We text now and then. We talk politics. I tell him he needs to be less boring if he wants to get married. He laughs. Hes switchblade sharp and too wise for his age. He was the right sportsperson to do a book with -- and any journalist who reads this will grin like hell -- because he was always on time. The business of athletes, who are creatures of exquisite timing on the field, is to be late for everything off the field --- as if to be on time reflects an unnecessary enthusiasm for an interview. Its not that no one told Bindra this, its merely that hes his own unflinching man.Between 2009 and 2011, we meet 4-5 times in Delhi, once in Chandigarh, twice in Singapore. Sometimes for eight hours a day. If I write him an email -- 322 in 2010 alone -- hell reply within 24 hours, whatever time zone hes in. If I call and he doesnt pick him, hell call back after practice. When Im in Delhi, I ask, What time do you want to start tomorrow?You say.9am?Fine.At 9am, hes there. No bleary-eyed, phone-to-ear, Ill-be-with-you-shortly look. Instead hes scrubbed, dressed, shoes polished, pants with creases as sharp as the parting in his hair. Coffee? Breakfast? He wears muted colours and also an almost unfashionable, self-deprecating, respectful politeness.Hes a shooter, a stationary and hushed hero and so you dont expect an aura, but hes an Olympic champion, a world champion, hes great, hes somebody, yet he carries it all calmly -- unpretentiously but gravely. Hes not the guy for the stupid question. Dont ask him, Oh, how many shots are there in shooting? Just dont. He wont be rude, he simply wont be interested in you because you havent respected him by doing your homework. He takes shooting seriously, so take him seriously.His phone is off. No sister, friend, sponsor interrupts. Hell talk as long as I want to talk. An air-conditioner hums and my pen scratches. This is incredibly hard for him for hes not a man of words. In another life he could have been a caver, or a deep sea diver, for he lives in silence, a loner, whose grand journeys are into the unknown depths of his own self.Hes incredibly shy, hes private, yet hes parting curtains because hed agreed to that beforehand. Agreed that we were not going to make money with this book. We get it, its a shooting book. And we dont help either with sales because hes too awkward to tweet about it and I am not on Twitter. But we dont care about that. Also he has no private life, no Bollywood girlfriend, no model on his arm, not found frequently on Page 3. He doesnt even have a fast car and a frothing father, hes just terrifyingly normal, hes the un-Agassi. But we dont care about that either. We only care about writing a raw, honest, gritty investigation into his single-minded, desperate, eccentric, devoted pursuit of his greatest sporting self. Not a how-to-win book but a how-he-won book.So he opens himself up, he peels his skin away. He talks about pain, crying, whining, defeat, perseverance, learning, courage, acting. He talks about officials who do nothing, about 10-day silent retreats to improve concentration, about climbing a pizza pole. He talks about how Olympic defeat sent him to therapy and how Olympic victory brought on a depression. He never cuts corners in shooting, he wont for tthis.ddddddddddddHe doesnt know how.For a writer, this is a pleasure. Most of our lives were herded in and out of interviews, offered canned answers, expected to dissect greatness in nine minutes. There are always questions left to ask, but here, with him, there are none. Here I have an Olympic champion to whom I can ask anything for however long. Its a two-year tutorial in sporting desire.But I also, inadvertently, do him a minor favour because he concedes that all this talking liberates him. It softens his suspicion of the outside world, it peels away some of his insularity, and he even tells me some weeks ago that hes now more patient with journalists and understands our jobs better. Of course, Ive always been nice to them, he says. I think hes grinning as he talks. I roll my eyes.When he had to make speeches at symposiums, hed be edgy, practicing before the mirror for weeks, timing himself, but now hes less ruffled. I dont agonize any more. I like doing conversation-styled events. I am brutally honest in them and try to be funny. People relate to honesty. In collaboration with GoSports Foundation, which supports emerging athletes, hes doing workshops with young shooters and even giving away rifles. Last year 10 of them, one to a Paralympian.Hes a man who has unfolded wings he never knew he had.***Shooting is a subtle, complex activity involving slow-motion movements and pellets that fly too fast to see. You can see the footballer feint, turn, accelerate but here there is an invisible beauty, the control of the heartbeat, the muscles, tiny and large, activating to ensure balance, the search for stability. Its pursuit is terrifying simple: Perfection. Press your pen to paper. It leaves a dot. Thats roughly the bullseye in the 10m air rifle. Now hit it 60 times.We are drawn, mostly, to sports which are popular, whose stars beckon us, whose history is rooted in our lands, whose movement fascinates us. Shooting does not qualify. It is not a rite of passage nor a spectacle. And yet to talk with Bindra, and watch him practice, is to be led within shooting, inside its skin, to appreciate the delicacy of its craft (the dilemma of when to trigger) and to fathom in a moving world the challenge of stillness. This is sport, too.He taught me how coldly punitive shooting is when it comes to the human error. The cost of the tiny mistake is in fact inhuman. Its not enough for him to hit the .5mm bullseye because his score will be determined by how close he is to the centre of that .5mm bullseye.He made me understand better the task of the athlete who competes only against himself. If you play directly against someone else (i.e. tennis), you need to perform only to a level high enough to beat that person. You can play at 80 per cent and win. You can be imperfect. In shooting, he competes against an entire cast of characters all at once, a 50-strong, high-class field whose skill he cant control or affect. He cannot play within himself. He cannot play just well enough. He cannot raise his game when it matters on a big shot because every shot is big. He has to give everything of himself to every single pellet fired.He offered a nuanced explanation of the idea of control, for in shooting it involves a suffocation of emotion. No reaction to a 10, none to a 9, each score worn, swallowed, moved on from, perfection shrugged at, imperfection forgotten, no rage allowed, no vocal whine, no high five (with whom), no uppercut of the air. Everyone suffers and all in equal silence.And Bindra is still suffering. He always suffers. He cant not suffer because it would mean he doesnt care. Hes just suffering less. Hes done what he had to which is to give shooting his entire being. He didnt lean on his 2008 Olympic gold, but he put aside one masterpiece and started on another canvas. And yet even as his journey isnt defined by this gold -- but by his patience, his learning, his constancy, his willingness to experiment, his medals elsewhere -- it gives his journey a particularly fine glint.He, the young boy who loved the smell of gun oil, whose parents supported his dream and bore his boyish tantrums, whose solitary personality fit this lonely sport, is proud of where hes travelled as a shooter. But its a quiet pride for he wears his uniqueness -- first Indian to win individual Olympic gold -- with a lightness. And because he has journeyed well, he comes to his last Games very much at peace. In his last three Games he skipped the tiring Opening Ceremony to prepare himself, yet now he wants to walk out, as flag-bearer, with his vast sporting clan and feel a final sense of kinship. When you retire, you no longer belong. Yes, he says, I am emotional about this Games. I have a playfulness in my nature which I had at my first Olympics in 2000.Theres always a trace of melancholy to the end of athletic journeys. After all, in their 30s, the greatest talent that young people will ever own is forever lost. Yet Bindra, right now, is too busy to play the philosopher. In April, in Rio, just hours after landing he was taking pictures of the Olympic range and mailing them to his mother. By the time he returned, his range in Chandigarh had been turned into a Rio duplicate. Same height of target. Same background colour. Same lighting.When he told me this, I grinned. I love the truth that he always wants to be a new and better and changed man. But this fastidiousness, this painstaking attention to minute detail, was one of the finest parts of his old self. And so even though this is his final Games and an emotional time, just remember, this is Abhinav Bindra. Indoor sniper. Perfections pursuer. Historys chaser. And so please, whatever you do, dont think hes on some sentimental expedition.Well, maybe just for a single second.Rohit Brijnath is a senior correspondent with The Straits Times, Singapore. ' ' '