Ok, this post has a title that has to be one of the better ones I've written. And it's all grounded in real life proving that truth is stranger than fiction. I'm not a big TV watcher but ended up in front of the tele tonite around the time the presidential debate was to …
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I went to a field hockey game last week in which my daughter was playing for her high school team. It must have been damn near zero on an early October afternoon which made it a bit hard to watch. Second, and equally painful was watching those poor girls have to play with sticks that …
Again, I am reaching way back for this one but I do remember seeing a real old film between periods on Hockey Night In Canada when I was a kid. (It must have been real old because it has been a long, long time since I was a kid). The CBC played it as a …
There is a low point in the life of an old-timer hockey player and that low point is reached when a player is too tired to go to their game on any given evening. It may have been a long day at work or a crappy sleep the night prior but whatever the reason, when …
The Grand River Industrial League was where I played when I first moved to Kitchener in the late 1980's. Decent hockey, as good as I was capable of playing, and a great thing to look forward to each Sunday night out at the Grand River arena. For the most part, the league had evenly matched …
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 …
I don't know the exact date of my first real hockey game. However, I was eight and that would have made it the fall of '72, which in hindsight is a pretty cool time to have begun playing hockey in this country. My first team was St. Anne's in the Peterborough Church League (there …
While taking a few shots at the empty cage during the pre-game warm-up last night, while our goaltender Moose was still stretching before going in, I rang one off the post and in. He saw this and suggested I save such accuracy for shots taken during the game. If only it were that easy.
Ever since I began playing in the Woolwich league, we have played hockey on Monday nights. This means that we play on the night of Thanksgiving Mondays. This means there are a bunch of old guys, most of whom love food, who have eaten too much at several meals over the course of three days …
Tretiak! A fitting choice. Check out this blog entry at 3rd String Goalie for more details.
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