If you played organized hockey as a little kid, chances are decent you threw the pads on for at least one go in the cage.  It might have only been for a practice, or a scrimmage or even a mother-son, father-son game.  I never did.

I had aspirations of doing so.  I was all queued for an early Sunday morning practice in the Holy Land (Ennismore) in my second year of playing.  Can you believe my parents slept in for an early Sunday morning practice?  They never slept in.  And so my chance came and went and never came again.