Eliminated, yes. Coasting, no. The Kings' final numbers demand a second look.
The number that keeps pulling me back isn't the win total. It's plus-12. That's Brandt Clarke's plus-minus across 52 games—the best on a team that finished 37-48 and missed the playoffs by a comfortable margin. A defenseman posting that figure on a losing roster isn't a fluke of deployment or score effects. It's a signal that something real is being built on the blue line, and it pairs with Joel Edmundson's plus-10 in 47 games to tell a story the standings actively obscure.
Here's the two-way picture the box score actually drew: the Kings allowed 3.0 goals per game over their final ten games, down from 3.5 in the prior twenty. Simultaneously, they scored 3.6 per game in that same stretch, up from 2.7. Both numbers moved in the right direction at the same time. That's not a hot goalie carrying a bad team for a week. That's the offense and defense tightening together, which is the harder thing to fake and the more meaningful thing to notice.
The context that makes those numbers matter is what this team was working without. Kopitar's retirement reshaped the franchise's entire offensive architecture before a puck dropped in October. Mats Zuccarello, brought in specifically to ease that transition, was gone three games into the season with a shoulder injury, leaving the Kings to lean on AHL reinforcements. Three more players—Jenik, Dvorak, and Salin—spent time on injured reserve. The organization ran this final stretch shorthanded in every meaningful sense.
Into that vacuum stepped Adrian Kempe, who finished with 36 points in 49 games as the team's leading scorer, and Quinton Byfield, who contributed 29 points while averaging the most ice time among the team's forwards. Kevin Fiala—who missed training camp and the early season—ultimately logged 34 points in 48 games and provided the secondary punch the top six needed to function. None of those individual lines are spectacular by the standards of a playoff team. But the collective output, assembled under genuine duress, is more coherent than the record suggests.
My read on what this season actually produced: a blue line that can anchor a competitive team, a forward group that learned to score without its franchise center, and a clearer sense of which young players hold up under pressure. Clarke at plus-12 on a 37-win team is the kind of data point that front offices file away. The Kings were eliminated weeks before the final buzzer, but they didn't stop playing—and in this league, that distinction is rarer than it should be.