Yesterday's Friday shinny pre-game conversation surfaced an interesting measure of how much a parent loves their children. It started with some commenting about road trips and the miles that some parents drive over the course of a weekend, season or indeed, for the entire duration of raising children, when said children play rep level hockey. …
Category: Kids
A Hockey Scene…In June
I went out for a quick walk down the street tonight to drop a letter into the mailbox. A few houses away, on a gorgeous late spring evening, where the leaves were fully out and the temperature was bordering on hot, I spotted a young boy, about as tall as a Corey-Crawford goalie pad hacking …
Kids in the Hall
As I strolled out the dressing room around 5:00 PM yesterday, after a fine late afternoon game of shinny at the recplex, there was a wee lad in the hallway with a stick and an orange ball. He looked like a little brother of one of the slightly older kids who had followed our time …
Playin’ with the Big Kids
My son works with young kids, ages 5- 11 approximately. He came home tonight chuckling because one of the kids asked him if he played hockey. My son replied that he had in years gone by. The youngster then asked "Did you play with the big kids?" to which my son again replied that he …
Shoveling The Rink
Ah, the beauty and the beast of the Great White North's winter season. The cold being the beauty that gives life to the treasured outdoor rink. The beast being the snow, sleet, rain and combinations thereof that transform the act of shoveling the rink to something between a minor annoyance and a heart-attack inducing hell-on-blades …
Pucks in Snowbanks
There aren't many sports where the central piece of sporting equipment goes missing mid-game, especially in pickup / amateur versions of a game. Footballs, volleyballs, soccer balls and basketballs rarely disappear during a game. Horses don't usually run away during equestrian events and shotputs and javelins don't get tossed that far. However in some sports, the …
Back When Girls Didn’t Play Much
Many years ago, one of my older sisters, who at the time had a son playing house-league, professed to me that she realized while watching him how fun hockey was. It made her realize how sad it was that in her younger days, there were no leagues for girls. I felt quite bad at …
Rink Tales 