The 4-1 defeat knocked the IceCaps out of playoff contention. On Saturday, with Scott playing defense, the IceCaps sustained an equally uninspired 4-0 loss to the Phantoms.

“We’re terrible,” Scott said as he emerged from the dressing room, showered and in his suit. He smiled and headed for the exit. The moment he stepped out a side door of the arena, he was greeted by four young women standing in the rain. They giggled and asked for photographs. He invited them inside the arena to do it, then stepped back into the rain, laughing.

Scott and most of his IceCaps teammates went to Jack Astor’s. The sports bar was crowded, but they found a couple of big tables and blended into the dense crowd of 20-somethings. Only Scott drew the silent gawks and knowing nods of people throughout the room.

Scott’s suit was one that he had bought especially for the All-Star Game, because that is the way you dress in the big leagues, before and after games, and it did not matter that the nearest N.H.L. franchise was more than 1,000 miles away and that he might have played his last N.H.L. game. He tucked his tie into his shirt as he drank a beer and ate a bacon burger, a pile of chicken wings and a heaping order of poutine, the Canadian staple of fries, gravy and cheese curds.

All the tables were full, and Scott could feel the eyes of strangers on him. A few mustered the courage to shake his hand and take photographs with him, the most famous man in town, the most unlikely star in hockey. When others saw that he was smiling and joking with those fans, they got the courage, too, and Scott was glad to have their company.

The beers slowed. The younger players began pondering other stops in downtown St. John’s.

“They usually want to go out and get drunk and stay out all night,” Scott said. “I just want to have a couple of beers and go home.”

It was about then that Scott’s phone lit up on the table. Vincent Riendeau, the IceCaps’ assistant general manager, was on the other end. He told Scott that he was booked on a Sunday flight to Montreal and would play Tuesday against Florida. The Canadiens, well out of playoff contention, have only three games left. Scott’s time in St. John’s is over for now.

Without fanfare, Scott told a couple of teammates the news, then slipped through the gaze of the fans and walked back into the rain. He needed to get to the apartment and pack. After nearly three months at the end of the continent, he was going closer to home.