One of the first moments that stood out to me about Scott Niedermayer came during a practice in his first full season, 1992-93. I'm not sure if Scott remembers it, but we had lost a few games in a row and we had one of those no-puck skate-'til-you-drop punishment type of practices that coaches implemented back then. After an hour straight of skating I came in to the locker room and laid down on the floor exhausted. After taking off my equipment I looked like I had just been in the shower, sweating profusely. Nieder comes in maybe 30 seconds later, takes his shoulder pads off and I remember seeing a giant raindrop in the middle of his T-shirt. That was the extent of his sweat. We all looked at him in amazement as I asked, "Wasn't that even remotely hard for you?" His only response was, "No, that was pretty hard," and that was it.
You could tell it was effortless for him. That's when I knew we had something special. He was a machine. He worked just as hard as everybody but for him it came easy.