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Roller Hockey leads to Ice Hockey Addiction

Roller Hockey Roll With It

I am a hockey addict. It’s Stanley Cup playoff time and I am unable to control the compulsion to watch. I go through agonizing withdrawal in the months that follow. I believe, however, that I’ve made an important step in being able to admit to you, and to myself, that I am an addict. But it wasn’t always this way. I wasn’t born into this dependancy. There was a time when I was hockey-free . . . before my son tempted me with the seemingly innocent game of roller hockey.

He was 8-years-old and had worn out copies of all three ‘Mighty Ducks’ videos. Then he took to ripping out all the screens of my Florida screened-in patio trying to slap a hockey puck into his little sister’s big plastic play-house. There wasn’t much in the way of ice rinks around South Florida in those days. But I knew I had to get him on a rink somehow. That’s when we discovered roller hockey. I found an outdoor league and signed him up. That’s where the full-blown hockey addiction I suffer from today began.

In the years to come, The Florida Panthers moved in. Ice rinks began to pop up around South Florida and my son became very excited to get on the ice. He spent several years playing in the rec and high school leagues and a few playing around the country with a travel club. But he never quit playing roller hockey. With ice hockey came more discipline and a degree of pressure. Don’t get me wrong, he absolutely loves ice hockey. But when ice season was over and the roller hockey season began, there came a sense of lessened pressure and a unique joy that could be equated to a pick-up baseball game with your friends after a long little league season.

For those of you that haven’t seen roller hockey played at a high level, I feel sure you would be amazed at the beauty of the game. Yes, it certainly is a different game than ice hockey. While there is no checking allowed, don’t think for a second that it’s not physical. With only four skaters, it is a more wide-open game than it’s ice counterpart. And although it is certainly a team sport, there is much more room for individuality. The lack of checking allows players to hold the puck longer, creating displays of stick-handling like nothing you will ever see on the ice. I have heard it said that, although roller hockey players have much to adjust to when transitioning to the ice game, their puck-handling skills are often much more advanced than their ice-trained counterparts.

My son plays roller hockey at the collegiate level now. His Florida Gulf Coast University team, in their first year of existence, played in the DII national championship game in April. They beat teams from Denver, Missouri, Texas, Michigan, Illinois and California to get there. Only to lose a double-overtime championship game to none other than another Florida team, The University of Miami. It was an amazing accomplishment for a first-year team of all underclassmen. And, undoubtedly, an experience none of them are likely to ever forget.

But to be honest,  I really miss those cool evening games under the lights, on those outdoor rinks, against the backdrop of a beautiful South Florida sunset. As odd as it may sound to my northern friends, that’s where we discovered and fell in love with the game of hockey. That’s where my addiction began – on a cement rink with a chain-link fence.


I am thrilled to introduce the latest addition to the eBrush Design hockey collection – ‘Roll With It’, a tribute to the exciting sport of roller hockey. Check out the other roller hockey designs available at HockeyShirtShop.com: iDangle, DangleMeister and  Let’s Roll

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Sit Down and Watch The Game!

watch the game
I have a little commentary to go with the release of this new product design. Actually, it’s a bit of a rant. Most of you will conclude that I’m a joyless whack job, devoid of a soul. But I’m willing to bet there’s one or two of you that will nod like a bobblehead as you read along.

I used to think the phrases ‘the game’ and ‘sporting event’ were synonymous. I don’t anymore. I think ‘sporting event’ is, in fact, a much closer relative to to the term ‘party’.

You’re thinking, “What the hell is this douche bag talking about?”. Ya see, I’ve become one of those fans who would rather watch ‘the game’ on TV, in the comfort and tranquility of my home, than to actually attend the ‘sporting event’.

“WTF?”, you may ask.

See here, I consider myself a fan in the truest sense. I love to watch the game – to really watch the game. Now don’t get me wrong. I’ve been known to enjoy an adult beverage or two while the boys are hashing it out. But it’s just not a party to me. Especially if it’s my team on the field or rink. I enjoy the actual contest, the action, the strategy, and every nuance of the game. And I enjoy it most without the distraction of a party going on all around me. That, I’ve found, has become extremely difficult when I’m actually attending the event. More and more, it seems to me that the large majority of those in attendance are more interested in the concession stand, the restroom, getting hammered and trash-talking with the fans of the opposing team. It’s a party with a game going on in the background. I swear, if you asked most of these idiots who was winning, half of them wouldn’t be able to tell you without looking at the scoreboard. Football is the worst. Hockey, not quite as bad. On the infrequent occasions when I actually do get up to find the restroom – sometimes just to escape the moron behind me from spilling any more beer down my back – I see crowds of people in the club lounges, sitting at tables talking, standing in food lines, and socializing. All while ‘the game’ plays on small monitors that nobody seems to notice. I just don’t get it. Isn’t there a less expensive place to have dinner and a drink?

I mean it’s bad enough that I have to sit, with my arms folded across my chest, in seats that make airplane seats feel like a La-Z-Boy. But there’s also the weather and the traffic. And going ten deep for a beer is simply not ever gonna work for me.

Back to my seat. Here we go again. Up and down. Back and forth. To the restroom. To the concession stand. Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me. The same people, over and over. Please! For the love of God, sit down and watch the game!

Click here for a ‘Sit Down and Watch the Game’ t-shirt to wear to your next ‘sporting event’ ;-)

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Rink Life: Hockey Life Goes On

Rink Life
It’s a lifestyle, really. The whole hockey thing. The ‘Rink Life‘. It’s not limited to the player. It wraps it’s arms around the whole family and takes them along for the skate. It possesses you, and there is no real exorcism. It’s like the mob. Once you join the family, there ain’t no gettin’ out. But that’s all a theory, of course. Because as far as I know, nobody has ever actually looked for the exit door.

When my son was living at home, he would take his little 7-year-old cousin to the rink to skate. Roller rink or ice, it didn’t matter. As long as the little guy could wear his skates and a helmet like his big cousin. Every little boy needs to find something he loves. Sports, camping, skateboarding, art, it doesn’t matter. But somehow I knew that this little guy had been exposed to an irresistible force. That he really would have no choice from this point on. He would play hockey.

He started playing organized hockey this year. He’s decided that he’ll go ahead and be the next great goalie. He spent a season on a developmental team and was immediately picked up by the travel program. I knew at that moment that my brother’s life was about to change. He was about to embark on the journey. He was being swept up by the irresistible force. And he was destined to join his son in some of the greatest memories of their lives.

Just when I thought my ‘Rink Life’ was sadly coming to an end, with my son heading off to college this year, it has caught a second wind. It has started all over again, reborn in the hopes and dreams of this little boy. My nephew, the next great goalie.

“Rink Life’ goes on, indeed.

Do you live and love the ‘Rink Life’? Check out the ‘Rink Life’ t-shirts and gifts.

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Hockey Parents Behavior

parental behavior
We’ve all seen overly zealous hockey parents. Perhaps we’ve even been one in a weak moment. Sometimes it’s more entertaining than what’s happening on the ice. Sometimes it’s ugly.

For whatever reason, we tend to behave differently at the rink. You know exactly what I mean. We’ve all seen the accountant father of the goalie, so quiet outside the rink, but he turns into this raving lunatic when an opposing player drifts into his son’s crease. Screaming and clawing at the glass. Demanding that one of his son’s teammates rip the 9-year-old player’s head from his body.

Then there’s how we treat our own kids. We tend to put demands on our hockey-playing children that we would never apply to other activities meant for enjoyment. In fact, I’ve always found it particularly disturbing how so many parents place much higher demands on hockey than they place on their child’s schoolwork.

Several years ago Hockey Canada and USA Hockey teamed up to develop a series of ads called ‘Relax, It’s Just a Game’ meant to show parents how they look when they ice their normal parenting guidelines inside the hockey rink. If you’ve never seen these, I’ve included links.
And for those of you that stand by your right to misbehave, or would like to make a tongue-in-cheek confession, I’ve designed a t-shirt just for you! It’s the official ‘I Didn’t Sign the Parental Behavior Form’ t shirt.

More “Relax, It’s Just a Game” ads:
Manhole
Grocery Store
Traffic Ticket
Potato Sack
Golf

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Sick Fantasy Hockey Team Names

It won’t be long now. Hockey season is getting so close you can smell it – if you know what I mean. And with the start of of the season looming, many of you are tuning up for your fantasy league draft. But before you dive in, don’t you think you should give some thought to what you’re gonna name your team this year? Well, we here at the Shirt Shop have gathered up some classics to inspire you. Here’s a list of the most amusing fantasy hockey team names I’ve seen over the last couple of years.

Jaromir Jagr Bombs
I’m smart, You Arnott
Timonen Pumba
Redden The Face
Auld Betts Are Off
Lord of the Wings
Don’t cry for me Jan Hrdina
Vanek At The Disco!
Osgood As It Gets
Kimmo Therapy
Backstrom To The Future
Its Aucoin Flip
Honey Nut Chelios
Orange Letang
Don’t Toews Me Bro
The Crash Test Domis
Selanne and Cheese
Montreal RE-Habs
Malkin Cookies
Check Me From Behind
Red Squid-marks
He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brodeur
It Takes Two To Tanguay
Live Long and Prospal
It’s Not a Job, It’s a Kariya
Nit-Pitkanen
The Hip Czechs
Kane’s Taxi Squad
Battlestar Battaglia
My Jokes Getzlafs
Freisen My Selanne
You’re Darn Tyutin!
Two To Tanguay
3rd Laraque From The Sun
Hamburger Halpern
Must Be Jokinene

Kids, cover your eyes for these last few . . .

Unhook Her Brashear
Pootie Letang
DoanAte Semin
Dangling Peca
Big Test Icicles
got Zhitnik on my Peca

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Gone Too Soon

Rod and Matthew Churchill
I’ve been feeling sorry for myself lately. In a couple of months I will send my first born off to college. It’s going to be very tough for me. We’ve spent so much time together over the last 18 years. So much of it at ice rinks. So many long drives, early morning practices and airplane flights. Weekends in hotel rooms, trying to get to sleep after a big win and cussing the alarm clock together the next morning. I don’t know what I’m going to do with all the extra time . . . besides miss him.

Yeah, I’ve been feeling sorry for myself. Then, yesterday I got this email.

It was from Rod Churchill of Newfoundland, Canada. He wrote to tell me that he had just bought a couple t-shirts from my website and that he really enjoyed my blog. As I was typing up a thank you response, I noticed way down at the bottom of his signature information, was a link. It said, ‘Tribute Site: www.matthewchurchill.ca’. I clicked it.  Oh my God, I thought, it’s his son – he lost his only son to a hit and run driver in 2005. As I clicked through the site and read the heart-wrenching wounds of this mother and father laid bare, I cried. I cried for the Churchills, and all of the parents who have lost a child.

I can’t know what it must be like to suffer this worst of all tragedies. And God, I hope I never do. But it must be beyond any pain imaginable. Many people never climb out of the abyss. I lost a 12-year-old cousin to brain cancer recently and I’ve seen the devastation that it leaves in it’s wake.

I thought about all the times I felt frustrated because my son got a short shift or his team lost a close game. Then, I thought about how Rod would surely give anything to see his son get a short shift, to see his son’s team lose a close game . . . to see his son. It’s so hard for us to keep things in perspective all the time. However, it’s stories like this one that can quickly make things fall into their proper place.

But from tragedy, sometimes the phoenix of inspiration rises. Rod Churchill has found a way to stay connected to his son Matthew through hockey. He has spent the last 5 years coaching other young men. Obviously, I’ve never seen Rod Churchill coach. But I’ll bet you one thing. I’ll bet Rod teaches these kids more than how to win. I’ll bet they take more away from their time with him than how to make a proper hip check. I’ll bet they learn something about life, and priorities, and what’s really important. And I’ll bet you somewhere, his son Matthew is smiling about that.

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Stanley Cup playoff stuff


Dude! It’s on! The Stanley Cup playoffs!

If you’re a hockey fan, I think it’s safe to say you’re lovin’ you some Versus right now. But for some of us that’s just not enough to ease our hockey jones. So here, HockeyShirtShop will do our part. Check out these fascinating cup-related links while you’re between games.

Really great stuff on this page!
Records, great stories about chasing the cup, videos, commercials. And best of all – you really need to grab this – an awesome, free downloadable .pdf media guide as well as individual media guides for all playoff teams.

Believe me, you could blow a bunch of time on that page alone. But if that’s still not enough, check out these really sick ‘Top Ten’ videos.

Top 10 NHL Playoff Moments (CBC Digital Archives)
Top 10 NHL Playoff Goals (ESPN)

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New! ‘Face Wash’ hockey t shirt design

Fear The Face Wash
There are many reasons that fights occur during a hockey game. One, that’s been around throughout the history of the game, is a baiting tactic called a “face wash”, also referred to by players as “stinky glove”. It’s when a player rubs his wet, putrid gloves into the face of the opposing player in an attempt to bait them into retaliation, thus drawing a penalty. There’s a New York Times article that goes into detail on this long-standing instigation technique. It’s pretty humorous to say the least.

I made a new hockey t-shirt design on this time-honored tradition. It’s called “Fear The Face Wash” and is available through HockeyShirtShop.com.

On a marginally related note, I also released another new hockey t-shirt design called “Wicked, Sick & Nasty” that is intended to refer to one’s hockey skills. But I suppose it could also refer to a perfected “face washing” technique ;-)

And while we’re on the subject, there is also our top-selling “Smell My Bag” design.

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New! Hockey Rink Rat t-shirt designs

rink rat t shirt design
I started on this design 2 years ago. No, my designs usually don’t take that long but I could never get this one right. I’d go back and work on it from time to time, get frustrated and move on to something else. Last week, I decided that I was going to finish it, for better or worse. I’m pretty happy with the outcome. I hope you like it. It even comes with a bonus latin translation!

Apparently, the origin of the term ‘Rink Rat’ comes from Canada, circa 1940-45. It was a term used to describe a youth that spent a great deal of time at a hockey rink, helping with maintenance work, often without being paid, in exchange for free ice time. I’m sure you know some old school rink rats.

Today, the term seems to be used to describe anyone that spends an inordinate amount of time at the rink. In fact, I’ve embellished  that definition a bit to create a second Rink Rat t-shirt to go with my ‘Hockey Definitions’ line of designs.

So here they are, two new Rink Rats t-shirts for the eBrush Design collection. Hope you know someone that fits the description and would wear them with pride.

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Hockey Critter Classic: A Wilderness Slapdown

Hockey Critter Classic: A Wilderness Smackdown
I always loved the ‘Dogs Playing Poker’ paintings. You know the ones I’m talking about. Imitated often over the years, the originals were commissioned by the advertising firm of Brown & Bigelow around 1900 and painted by Cassius Marcellus Coolidge. Prints of the the paintings have hung in bars and dens all over the country for over a hundred years.

I was thinking the other day that it would be cool to have a print of animals playing hockey to hang in my den. So I set about creating just such a scene. Today I released “Critter Classic: A Wilderness Smackdown”. A gathering of competitive critters mixing it up on a frozen pond as the sun sets on a beautiful rural setting. Perfect for the wall of your den, too.

“Critter Classic” is available as posters, framed prints, t-shirts and a variety of other gifts. It makes a unique gift for the hockey fan in your life.

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Hockey Heroes: Oh, What a Night!

Bobby Orr, Sidney Crosby, Mario Lemieux, Denis Potvin
We all have those special sports moments that we’ll never forget. Not the ones on TV. The ones you were actually a part of. The historic game that you can say, ‘I was there!’ A no-hitter, a World Series or Stanley Cup game 7, A Super Bowl, a game where an athlete did something so special that it became legendary. I saw Henry Aaron hit a grand slam once. That’s one I’ll always remember. But there was one special night that I will hold dear for the rest of my life. Not because anything spectacular or historic happened on the rink. But because, well, let me explain.

It was November 25th, 2005 – just a routine regular season game between the Pittsburgh Penguins and the Florida Panthers in Sunrise, Florida. A friend of mine works for the local cable company and managed to secure tickets in the club box for the Friday night game. I was very excited, being a Penguins fan. I was going to get to see Mario Lemieux and the new kid, a rookie named Sidney Crosby. Yes, it was that short period of time when both of these splendid hockey players were on the ice together. That alone would have made this night something very special, but the little surprise that came later took it to the level of once-in-a-lifetime.

Right before we left for the game, Kary, the guy that scored the tickets for us, got a phone call from his boss. He was told that we were going to have to share the box with a couple guests. We were already trying to squeeze three families into the box, but hey, the tickets were free. What were we going to do, complain? We got there early and went down rink-side to watch the teams warm-up. I had a crappy little camera with me and took some pictures. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to get Mario and Sidney together in the same frame – something that bums me out to this day. But it was cool watching them up close. I remember Mario was the only one out there without a helmet.

When we went back up to the box to sit down, it was still just our three families. We each had sons that played hockey. They were all 13-years-old at the time. About 10 minutes before the game started, two distinguished-looking older gentlemen came in to join us. One, I recognized immediately, it was Denis Potvin. He was currently the color announcer for the Florida Panthers, and of course a Hall of Fame defenseman. The other guy, well, it was none other than Bobby Orr.

Bobby Orr couldn’t have been nicer. He patiently posed for pictures and signed pucks for all of our kids. Then he sat down and watched the game with us. He chatted with the kids throughout the night – a total gentleman. People were brought in and out of our box throughout the night. He pleasantly signed magazines and pucks and shook hands with folks that must have known somebody who owed them favors. He was gracious and patient throughout – exactly what you hope your hockey heroes to be. So for those of you that have not had the pleasure, rest assured that Mr. Orr did not disappoint.

So, there you go. That’s my sports highlight story. Sitting in a club box with Denis Potvin, Bobby Orr, watching Mario Lemieux and the rookie Sidney Crosby play together on the ice. Not bad, eh?

Thanks, Kary!

And on that note, this week I released a new eBrush Design t-shirt design for Hockey Shirt Shop. It’s called ‘Hockey Hero’ and should be vaguely familiar to those of you that rock the video game console as well as the ice. Check it out here.

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On Marian Hossa

marian hossa
I spent a large part of this season being pissed off at Marian Hossa for turning down a larger contract offer from Pittsburgh to sign a one-year deal with Detroit, because he felt he had a better chance there to win the cup. It was insulting to Pittsburgh and it’s fans, who felt they had a pretty good chance themselves of carrying around the big trophy all summer.

I went through the playoffs routing against Detroit for the same reason. I wanted him to regret joining the Red Wings. As it became apparent that the Pens themselves might actually make it to the dance, I began to push for the Wings to make it, too. How sweet would that be? The team he bailed out on beats him and the team he thought he had a better chance with.

Well, it happened exactly like that. Funny, though, how winning makes you charitable. Overnight, my feelings about Marian Hossa have changed. I started looking at his story more objectively. I began to realize that what he did was actually  the converse of what I have disliked about so many professional athletes that have left my favorite teams for more money elsewhere. We, as fans, make emotional investments into these players. And when they tell us again and again that money is more important that their teammates, the cities they represent and winning, well, we feel betrayed. It is personal to us on some level.

Hossa did leave the Penguins. But he did it for an admirable reason. He actually took less money for what he felt was a better chance to win. How often have you actually seen a player do that? So now I feel bad for him. Now, I feel bad that he wasn’t rewarded for his winning-over-money decision. Don’t get me wrong, I certainly wouldn’t have wanted this one to end any other way. But It would be nice some day to see a player that makes a similar decision have it work out for him.

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The Story of Blackhawks Compassion

There are lots of great hockey stories out there, but this one has always resonated with me. It is another of those that was passed around in emails, from an anonymous author. But it’s a true story, and one that all hockey fan should read. So if you happened to miss it, here is the story of Blackhawks compassion . . .

In the middle of a grueling six game road trip where a very young hockey team is away from home, the third game of the trip ends late on a cold Canadian Saturday night. This is the only break on the trip and the three days between games allow them the only break to get back home in their own beds for a couple of days before going back on the road. A scheduled commercial flight waits for them at Toronto’s International Airport for the short flight home; they could be home by midnight. This plane departs on schedule, but without a single member of the hockey team.

Back in the locker room a vote is taken after the game was complete, and a unanimous decision is made by this young team to skip this flight and stay one more day. They make arrangements to check back in the hotel and on a frozen Sunday morning charter two buses that have no heat and begin a journey two hours straight north into a sparsely inhabited Canada, but where hockey is its passion. They arrive at their destination to the surprise of the teams general manager who is there attending his fathers wake.

After a few emotional hours, this team boards the buses and head back for a two-hour trip back to Toronto. On the way they ask the drivers to stop in a tiny Canadian town because they are hungry.

To the shock of the patrons and workers at this small hockey town McDonald’s, a professional team walks out of two rickety buses and into the restaurant, which just happens to have pictures of two members of this team on its wall. The patrons know every single one of these players by sight being fanatic fans of hockey in these parts. One can only imagine their amazement of the locals seeing and entire professional hockey team sit down and have a meal in their tiny little town in the middle of a hockey season. After a while they board the buses and catch their same flight 24 hours later, giving one day to their general manager.

Have I made this up, is this an excerpt from some fictional book? No this a true story of the Blackhawks last Saturday night and they decided to attend Dale Tallon’s fathers funeral. Its amazing that such a good story can be found nowhere on the internet, and not even mentioned in the Chicago papers.

Had one of the Blackhawks got into a fight and punched some drunken loser in a Toronto bar it would be plastered all over papers and the television.

This being said, its hard to imagine any professional football, basketball or baseball team doing this, but the members of the Blackhawks claim any “hockey” team would have done this. This is one reason I continue to be a big hockey fan, and another reason I am excited about this Chicago team.

I thought I would share as this story appears to have gone unnoticed.

Hockey players are special athletes. I created this design in honor of hockey players everywhere.

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Is your kid’s hockey taking over your life?


God knows where they come from, these chain emails that get passed along between us. I get a bunch of them from friends. Most of them suck. But every once in a while, there’s one that hits home. Here’s a cute one that I saved. I thought I’d share it with you.

IS YOUR KID’S HOCKEY TAKING OVER YOUR LIFE???

    You base the next purchase of your new vehicle on whether it will hold six kids, six sticks, and six hockey bags.
     

    You know the location of every Tim Horton’s within a 400 mile radius.

    You relate directions to places by the nearest arena.

    Knows every single kid on every single team your child has ever played on… But doesn’t have a clue who his school mates are.

    You feel lost when you have a free weekend.

    Your spouse waits until you decide where to sit and then chooses a spot on the opposite side of arena.
    You become a partner in a skate sharpening business to save money.

    Can justify complaining about someone who gives hundreds of hours of volunteer time to your son or daughter.
    You ground your kids for a week (except for hockey practice).

    Can rationalize spending $159 on a Synergy for a 9 year old but won’t spend $5 on a Birthday card for his wife.

    When someone asks how old your children are you respond, “I have a ’94 and a ’97.”

    Has had to use a grandparent to take kid #1 to a tournament because Dad was in a Different province with kid #2 at a tournament and Mom had kid #3 two provinces away in a 3rd tournament all in one weekend.

    Has more miles on ’05 minivan than a ’66 Chevy.

    Practices make up a very large part of your social life.

    You buy gloves according to how loud you can clap in them.

    You find yourself missing the parents of your child’s team mates during the off-season.

    You refuse to make any plans with your friends until you check your kids’ hockey schedule.

    Takes out a home loan to pay for all the equipment and expenses.

    Plans birth of next child so he has a good hockey birthday.

    New baby’s first word is Zamboni.

    All computer passwords begin with “hockey” or contain child’s number.

    Has been barred from more than one rink on more than one occasion.

    Purchases new $135.00 stick because old one “didn’t have any goals left in it.”

    Knows a few 5 year olds that are good but “lack focus”.

    Has had kids ask if Christmas is “home or away”.

    Asked to decide between try-out and first communion – asked church what his options were.

    Received a letter from AAA Automobile Club and called for more info about tryouts.

See you at the rink!

And boy do I have a t-shirt that perfectly compliments this blog entry. Welcome to the ‘I Have No Life (my son plays hockey)’ collection!

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