I’ve been the voice of calm through a stormy first quarter of the season. Indeed, while my fellow PenguinPoop writers have suggested a shakeup to varying degrees, I’ve preached patience.
Don’t panic, I’ve written. No need to rush the kids, I’ve counseled. Wait’ll we play some home games, I’ve advised.
In the wake of an immensely frustrating 5-2 loss to Vancouver last night—a Thanksgiving turkey of an effort if I ever saw one—the time for patience is over. We need to act.
Let’s start by calling up our best prospect.