The Oilers need a goalie and Kevin Lowe has until March 9 to do it. I'm not even sure it's a matter of maybe anymore, either. This a good team, with plenty of scoring (four of our guys have more points than Jarome "Jarmoe" Iginla), a mobile defence and a heap of role players. But the Oilers' goaltending reeks, currently dead last in save percentage (88.7 %). It's almost sad watching Sportsnet broadcasts, in the way Kevin Quinn will compliment Jussi Markkanen as if he were some Make-A-Wish child playing goalie on his big day. In short, the goalies are basket cases and seem to be getting worse, which perhaps has something to do with getting pulled every fifth game.
As Sacamano over at BoA has argued, this is probably Kevin Lowe's moment of truth as a GM. Brownlee in the Sun writes:
The need for help in a crease now cluttered by Ty Conklin, Mike Morrison and Jussi Markkanen is a no-brainer, and Lowe was working the phones long before he got back from Italy at the start of the week and huddled with assistant GM Scott Howson Tuesday.With rare insight, Glen Sather said he always traded his goalies once their Save Percentages got below 90%, and it's something Kevin Lowe should mind when he thinks of trading for a Belfour or Joseph (not fresh off of a loss, I've cooled off on Cujo as The Answer - see Mudcrutch's graph). Blogging Lord Colby Cosh points out that most of us have forgotten about Dwayne Roloson in Minnesota, as if it would be too perfect of a solution to really consider. Could Lowe pull it off? He managed to get Dick Tarnstrom and Jaroslav Spacek for almost nothing, but he's also the same guy who talked up Peca as a scoring centre, so who knows.
"It's not a process that started yesterday. It's been ongoing for months. For me, personally, it's probably been the longest season in my career as a manager, but we're going to do everything in our power."
Meanwhile, tonight: one of 23 Very Important Games, this time against San Jose, another team nipping at our eighth-place heels. If the Oil lose again I might just have to grab some piano wire and garrot Morley Scott in a fit of rage.