Hey folks. I’m a transplanted rural Manitoban (Go Jets Go) who grew up playing hockey in some outdoor and some indoor prairie rinks at 40 below. I gave up playing the game following my major bantam year due to my admittedly diminutive size and my proficiency at the other prairie Winter sport – curling. In curling, I got to win stuff (like clock radios and ratchet sets) without getting hammered into the boards by a kid twice my size. My final season’s claim to fame was playing against another diminutive, yet highly successful Manitoba native by the name of Theoren Fleury. The young Master Fleury managed to score 8 goals against my team in one game, but at least I can say I was on the ice with him.
Fast forward about 15 years to when I put my son “the Boy” on the ice for the first time. He took to it like a fish to water. Simple skating lessons would not be enough. He would have a stick in his hands at four years old. His sister “the Devil” would follow in his skate-strides a few years later. My life as a Hockey Dad was born and I have never looked back or regretted a moment of it. Nor has my Hockey Mom who’s taken this journey right beside me.
Having amassed a boatload of stories, along with living an ongoing minor hockey saga with my now teenage players, I decided to start recording some of our past and present adventures. Many provide the basis for mostly positive life lessons we’ve taught and learned. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed living and now telling them. To this day, my favourite time is spent watching my kids play a game; exulting in their victories and sometimes agonizing their defeats. Canada’s favourite pastime has served and shaped our family well, as I’m sure it has so many others.