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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The Blowtorch and It’s Place in the Game

George Orwell opined that serious sport "is war minus the shooting".   Given that, you have to love and respect any sport that requires the use of a blowtorch in a non-weapon sense.  Now those of you who aren't schooled in the game may need to loose the hounds of your imagination to conjure up …

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Mothers, don’t let your babies grow up to be hockey players

The stage was set and the play was something familiar for this part of the world: Saturday night hockey.  It was late in the third game of the round robin of my son's house league midget tournament this weekend in London and with the good guys leading 3-2 with a minute to go, the game …

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