I was upset when Colin Fraser left Chicago.
Not because he was anything special when he was here (the “best” thing about his hockey playing was his face’s ability to absorb fists) — but because he was shipped off to the Edmonton Oilers. The Oilers! For a draft pick! Now the Oilers are poised to be one of the most exciting teams in the league in the next couple of years, but two years ago, it was like sending someone to Columbus.
The Blackhawks’ front office might as well have texted him “LOL BYE” when it it happened. Hell, they probably did, the bastards.
So off Fraser went for a lackluster season in Edmonton, which got him traded to the Los Angeles Kings — a trade that almost didn’t happen because Fraser had a broken ankle that needed surgery. The Kings, however, took a chance on Fraser and let him stay in LA.
Now Fraser is the lynchpin of the Kings’ fourth line — a line that coach Darryl Sutter named after him — and is hoisting the Stanley Cup for the second time. Who would’ve thought that about a guy who didn’t even play in one game during the Stanley Cup Final two years ago?
So congratulations to you, Fraser. Hope you, Carli, and little Calder get to enjoy this night.
And maybe next year, the Blackhawks can get their heads out of their asses and get back to winning the Stanley Cup again.