I didn't play on teams that did much travelling until I was in high school. However, I remember those days well and it never fails to bring a smile, if not to my face, then at least within my mind, remembering the good times spent travelling with not just friends, but hockey-playing friends. Peterborough to …
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A Man and his Son, A Man and his Father, and Me
I skated today for the first time in 9 weeks on this cold bright January morning. I headed off to Vic park early, knowing the rink would be mostly mine, which is for the best as i know I'm in no shape to actually skate with others around me yet. I took my stick and …
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High Points
I've had a million moments of joy playing hockey. My memories in this emotional horn of plenty range from my earliest days of having a stick in my hand until present day. My dad claims it started even before that when I was three weeks old. He said that on a particular Saturday night, …
When You Can’t Remember Last Week
Ok, confession time. This entry is being written almost a week late. My iphone app tells me Red beat us 3-2 on the 4th, that Brian and Bart spared for us but beyond that, there are no other clues and I cannot remember a thing about the game. I'm going to have to add …
Last Minute of Play in this Period
A couple of posts ago, I dug up a memory on Roger Doucet, the Habs Anthem singer. On the same night this memory popped to the surface, we also dug up that famous nasally voice that used to announce the goals and penalties at Leaf games and of course, notify one and all thrice …
Hockey on Television
I remember really vaguely watching games on TV on Sunday afternoons when I was a kid. As I've said before on this blog, this is going way back. Old Detroit teams playing someone, maybe the Blues. Stan Makita against Gary Unger. Or maybe the New York Rangers with Eddie Giacomin in the cage for the …
Christmas Ice
One of the great things about the Christmas season is spending time with family and friends. It's a cliche, but it's true. Squeezing in a game or two of hockey with old buddies fits nicely into this category. For those of us lucky enough to have kids who play the game as well, Christmas sometimes …
Warm Rink, Cold Rink
I visited my dad this weekend and there is always some wonderful old hockey stories offered up during such visits. This time was no exception. He told me about the old Keene arena that had wooden boards and on winter nights where they had games that drew decent crowds, the inside of the arena would …
Birdseye Center
One of Canada's most wonderful comic strips from days gone by was Birdseye Center. Jimmy Frise of the Toronto Star was the man behind it. It was brilliant. You can learn more at this link and if you love the romance behind old-school, small town hockey, check out this cartoon of the fan being ejected …
Really Old School – Barrie OMHA in the 40’s
Here's a pic of my father-in-law in the 40's on one of Barrie's OMHA teams coached by Hap Emms
Rink Tales 