The value of Oil has gone down

With only two games in the books, you’ll have to pardon me for sounding a little bitter. All the promise and excitement surrounding the start of the Stanley Cup Finals evaporated into disappointment at around 10:30 Monday night. That’s when the hottest goalie on the planet, Dwayne Roloson, injured his knee and pretty much squashed any chance the Oilers had of bringing the Cup back to Canada. It was fun while it lasted. Not to hate on Ty Conklin or even Jussi Markkanen or anything but, look, ‘Rollie the Goalie’ was the main reason why the Oilers made their improbable run to the Finals. The playoffs are all about the hot goalie. The Habs had one in Patrick Roy, the Devils had one in Martin Brodeur, Lord knows the Hurricanes currently have one in Cam Ward. But then, so why can’t the same greatness be thrusted upon Ty Conklin? This was my first thought when Rollie went down. While watching Conklin begin to stretch I started to have visions of Tom Brady, Jeff Hostetler and Kurt Warner running through my mind. Could this little used backup - 51 starts in his entire career - actually step into a tie game and lead his team, and by extension all of Canada, to victory? In short - no. He botched a simple backhanded pass with less than a minute left. Game over. ‘Canes win – shoot me now. I fully expect Raleigh to be holding some cheesy Stanley Cup parade in a week while Western Canada falls into a deep depression.But look, maybe I shouldn’t be complaining. A Canadian team is in the Finals. They made a great run. There’s always next year. On the other hand, I can’t help but wonder what Grant Fuhr is doing right about now…