Hockey - If You've Never Played it, You Really Don't Understand It

I Grew up in the Boston area in the sixties when thecold, but none of us felt it. We loved what we were
National Hockey League consisted of only six teamsdoing.
and the Boston entry was something less than aWhen I got to high school, things changed. The Big Bad
source of pride for its followers. Mired in mediocrity forBruins had already won their last championship and the
years, a savior cam from Parry Sound, Ontario in theteam was going in a different direction. We had a new
form of a skinny sixteen year old kid named Bobbycoach, but not a better one. The same guys were
Orr. Shortly thereafter via some clever trades andplaying against a lot of our previous opponents, but we
sound draft picks, a whole new crop of playersstarted losing. But it was still hockey and we all still
arrived, meshed almost instantly and the Big Bad Bruinsloved the game.
were born.There were four high schools in my city. Our biggest
Suddenly, every kid in New England asked theirrivals were from across town. They were coached by
parents for skates and hockey sticks for Christmas. Ithe guy who also ran the only hockey rink in town. His
was bitten by the hockey bug in a big way. Myteam always got the best ice times while our team
brothers and I built a rink in my back yard so we couldwas forced to practice many times at 3:00AM. I was
play after school. I made a scoreboard out of a piecea goalie and many nights I had to walk several miles
of plywood I found in my basement. We hung floodfrom home to the rink for practice carrying all my
lights from the old pine tree in our yard. We even builtwater soaked goalie equipment. I did it without
stands out of snow and some of the neighborhoodcomplaint because I loved the game.
kids who didn't play would sit and watch the games.Speaking of equipment, much of the equipment we
While this was great fun, my appetite for hockey wasused back then was made of leather. If you don't
not satisfied, so I joined my junior high school hockeyknow, leather soaks up water like a sponge and
team. Our coach was a crusty old guy with a boomingdoesn't dry very quickly. As a result, by season's end
voice who, in his sixties, was still tough as nails and stillall our equipment was water logged and unbelievably
played in some of the many amateur leagues in theheavy. We all used to carry it around in canvas duffel
area. He would tell stories about recent games whenbags. Imagine a locker room in which twenty guys all
he would go into the corners against a couple ofopen their duffel bag at the same time and dump out
young guys and he would be the only one to skate outtheir sweat-soaked leather padding! The odor was
of the corner. Knowing him the way I did, I believe heoverpowering but we did it because we loved the
was telling the truth. Occasionally, he would bring hisgame.
brother and his two sons to practice so they couldAfter high school, I started playing in various local
provide us more personal attention. One of the sonsleagues. My friends and I also played a lot of pickup
had played on the US Olympic hockey team. Thesegames, renting ice time at the local rinks. Just to give
guys really whipped us into shape and taught us theyou an idea of how different hockey players are, two
finer points of the game.of the guys I played with were best friends. One night,
In my last year with my junior high school team, wethey were playing on opposing teams and they got
won the league championship. It was extra specialinto a fight. There was blood everywhere and the two
because the Bruins won the Stanley Cup that year. Itcombatants ended up sitting on the ice from
seemed like the greatest time to be a hockey fan inexhaustion. They stared at each other for a brief
Boston. I can vividly recall the bus rides back homemoment. Everyone thought they would start fighting
from the games. The music was blasting, the guysagain. Instead, they both smiled, then started laughing
were singing and we were all talking about yet anotherhysterically. After the game, they went out for a beer
win. Even the practices were fun. We had late nighttogether and talked about how much they loved the
practices in a rink with a roof but no walls. January andgame. I guess you'd just have to play hockey to
February practices at 1:00 or 2:00AM were brutallyunderstand.