Usually when you come across arbitrary player grades we always come back to the adolescent anxieties of the A through F grading scale. If there in an NHLer out there deserving of an F, then the bell curve is a bit skewed and beer leaguers everywhere get delusions of grandeur that they can put down the can of diesel and make their way to a professional try-out.
It’s the NHL, there are no F grades.
When it comes to Carson Soucy and his 7-game cup-o-coffee for Bruce Boudreau and the Minnesota faithful (shout out, Duluth) and taking into account that it’s hardly a great enough sample size to assess talent (à la my woefully terrible take on Alex Tuch, who was goose egg with a dash-3 in 6 games with the Wild.