There was a time in my life when a failed prospect would angry up the blood. I spent many hours cursing Barry Fraser (what hockey team lets their head scout live in Mexico? That’s a freaking punch line!!) after watching kids like Todd Carnelley and Peter Soberlak fade early. Perhaps Fraser spoiled us with that outstanding 1979-83 run that delivered (in order) Kevin Lowe, Mark Messier, Glenn Anderson, Paul Coffey, Jari Kurri, Andy Moog, Grant Fuhr, Steve Smith, Jeff Beukeboom, Esa Tikkanen. In hindsight, he should have pulled a Sandy Koufax right after round 4, 1980.
Maybe it comes with age, or maybe it’s because I’m a father now, but I don’t get too upset when these kids fail. Watching Edmonton’s kids over the last decade, I can work up a real good lather over the Oilers going on the cheap with regard to a minor league team long before getting pissed at JF Jacques for failing to launch.
I thought Jacques might find a role (despite some misgivings) at the NHL level and it appears he has been able to with the Edmonton Oilers. It isn’t terribly useful, but if he was my kid I’d be thrilled today. Another contract and one more year in the show if his back can hold up.
Go get ‘em, kid.