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Trent Frederic
Edmonton Oilers Center #10
A heavy, useful bottom-six forward coming off a year in which almost nothing went in.
| Season | GP | G | A | PTS | +/- | PIM | PP | SH | GW | S | S% | TOI |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 2025-26 | 74 | 4 | 3 | 7 | -15 | 58 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 77 | 5.2 | 11:02 |
| Career | 412 | 59 | 57 | 116 | +3 | 365 | 3 | 0 | 12 | 562 | 10.5 | 12:09 |
Last Season
Four goals and seven points in 74 games, minus-15, 58 penalty minutes, eleven minutes a night. He has scored eighteen in a season before and this was nowhere near that — a genuinely poor offensive year by any measure, including his own.
The Physical Game
The reason he is in the lineup. Six-three and 221, and he plays it: he forechecks hard, finishes checks, and is willing to answer for teammates, which still matters more in a playoff series than the numbers suggest. He is strong on the wall and awkward to defend below the goal line because he simply will not be moved.
He fights when it is warranted and, to his credit, mostly not when it is not.
The Finesse Game
Limited, and he knows it. The hands work in tight and around the net — most of his career goals have come from within a few feet — but he cannot beat anyone one-on-one and the shot from distance is not a threat. The skating is heavy; he gets there, but he arrives late against fast teams.
His job is to play eleven honest minutes, be hard to play against, and put the puck back to people who can do something with it.
The Intangibles
The gap between what Boston paid for him and what he has produced in Edmonton is the uncomfortable fact of his tenure here, and last season did nothing to close it. Fourth-line forwards who cannot score are replaceable, and he is at the age where the physical style stops being an asset and starts being a liability.
The case for him is that this is a role that gets valued differently in April than it does in November.