A Few Reasons Why Every Day Should Be Hockey Mother’s Day (or Sucking Up Big Time)

As we near Father’s Day I’ve decided to turn the tables a bit with a list I meant to post a little over a month ago  in honour and recognition of the efforts of all Hockey Moms. But after I thought about it a little, I realized pretty much every day should be Hockey Mom’s Day and here’s why:

1. Self-Preservation.  Let’s face it, without Hockey Moms there would simply be no Hockey Dads and that would be bad – wouldn’t it?

2. Hockey Moms know just the right combination of Nestle Quik and Marshmallows required to soften the sting of an extended losing streak.

Hockey Mom: How was the game Billy?
Billy: We lost again 🙁
Hockey Mom: Did you have fun?
Billy: Yeah Mom, I really like hockey!
Hockey Mom: Here ya go, maybe this will help.
Billy: Thanks Mom.

Nestle Quik — Thanks Mom…Every Time!

3. Hockey Moms endure the seemingly endless tossing and turning of Hockey Dads/Coaches in bed the night before a big, or for that matter any, game.

4. Hockey Moms can kick Soccer Moms’ asses.  Wanna bet?  Nuff said.

5. Hockey Moms can voice their opinions at frequencies only referees can hear.

6. Hockey Moms aren’t afraid to cheer loud and proud for their teenagers, who can certainly still hear them through any and all in-game noise.

7. Certain Hockey Moms are brave enough to step behind the bench with a bunch of foul-mouthed, foul-smelling sixteen and seventeen year old boys.  Some even claim to enjoy it.

8. Though few will likely admit it, Hockey Moms give male coaches handy tie-breaking options when it comes to filling in the last spot or two on a team.

9. True, ingenious Hockey Moms carry wee bottles of Bailey’s Irish Cream in their purse for early morning coffee emergencies at sub-zero arenas.

10. Hockey Moms are somebody’s moms…what else do you really need to say?

I know the Boy, the Devil and I couldn’t do what we do without our Hockey Mom who’s been all in for the 13+ year journey we’ve been on.  She was maybe even a tie-breaker a time or two ;-).  And I’m pretty sure that she, like I, has no place she’d rather be.

Feel free to suggest a few reasons of your own and be sure to wish yours a Happy Hockey Mom’s Day.

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Hockey Mom image from http://www.hockeypros.ca/view_cat.cfm?id=59&category=Hockey_T’s_for_Girls

How Do We Keep Kids in the Game?

Link: How Do We Keep Kids in the Game?

Minor hockey registration (for young Canadian boys in particular) is dropping across the board and the powers that be at Hockey Canada will be talking this week about how to stem the tide.  It would seem the overarching issue is the perceived inherent danger of the game.  There is no doubt a fine line to be drawn between making the game safer and changing the way its played in a major way.

Another item not touched upon here, but which certainly needs to be discussed, is the cost of playing hockey which continues to rise with the price of ice and equipment. With two competitive players of my own I can certainly attest to how expensive hockey can be. By comparison, two growing Canadian sports soccer and basketball, both of which simply require a pair of shoes, shorts and a ball. There are, of course, other costs associated with playing these sports at a higher level, but I would guess these don’t touch hockey.

I’m not about to say I have any quick answers or that anyone can, but it would appear something needs to be done if hockey is going to remain Canada’s dominant game.

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Minor hockey registration (for young Canadian boys in particular) is dropping across the board and the powers that be at Hockey Canada will be talking this week about how to stem the tide.  It would seem the overarching issue is the perceived inherent danger of the game.  There is no doubt a fine line to be drawn between making the game safer and changing the way its played in a major way. Another item not touched upon here, but which certainly needs to be discussed, is the cost of playing hockey which continues to rise with the price of ice and equipment. With two competitive players of my own I can certainly attest to how expensive hockey can be. By comparison, two growing Canadian sports soccer and basketball, both of which simply require a pair of shoes, shorts and a ball. There are, of course, other costs associated with playing these sports at a higher level, but I would guess these don’t touch hockey. I’m not about to say I have any quick answers or that anyone can, but it would appear something needs to be done if hockey is going to remain Canada’s dominant game. #imahockeydad

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How Do We Keep Kids in the Game?

The Tryout Season That Was (Not Without Its Highs and Lows)

I’ve kept relatively quiet for a few weeks so as not to jinx the Devil as she ran through the latest installment of tryouts – only this time for the Midget division, into which she and most of her most recent teammates entered as the youngest of three age levels. Boys in many centres are fortunate to have a minor-midget division; whereas for girls there are 14 and 15 year olds competing against 16, 17 and even potentially 18 year olds. Quite a challenge at a physical, if not, mental and social level. But the Devil and her young mates soldiered on starting at the highest AA auditions.  Each tryout was comprised of three one or two hour sessions.

There were really no expectations to making an AA team based on the triple-age category and the fact the Devil has never played at a higher level than A (including in her most recent campaign under the tutelage of a fine rookie coach who shall remain somewhat nameless).  Skate #1 was a wee bit grueling at two-hours and considering most of the skaters had been away to the rink for a couple of weeks.  That doesn’t seem like a long time, but it doesn’t take long to have conditioning fall off; particularly when tryouts demand all-out effort and focus for an extended period of time.  An added challenge at any first tryout is the sheer number of competitors.  The Devil was one of 53 skaters on the ice at the first session.  Pretty easy with that many players to not stand out or simply be overlooked.  However, the Devil did enough to avoid an initial cut of about 20 players; which is necessary to make the selection process more manageable for the selection committee.  She would give a full effort in the second skate, never backing down from a challenge in the corners or along the boards. Yet she wouldn’t avoid the axe of the evaluators and would renew her focus a little over a week later on at A team tryouts; a team she felt she had a much better chance to join, though we all knew it wouldn’t be easy.

The first skate for the next team saw the same intimidating number of competitors at around 45. The Devil knew she’d need to work her butt off again in order to stand out, impress and have an opportunity to skate a second time.  She did just that in the first and then the second session putting her into the final round. By the third skate there were only four or five cuts left to make. The Devil knew she had her work cut out for her, but was hopeful as having been given the opportunity.  I might add here that in a bit of an unusual circumstance, the coach of this Midget A team also happens to be a very good and long-time friend of our family.  That being said, we expected no preferential treatment or consideration. The Devil would need to earn a spot as she did even a year ago when I was heading up the selection process. Though she never said it, what she did hope for was something of a heads up should hers be on the proverbial chopping block.  And, as the process played out, she was indeed released following the final skate which did not, and for that matter still does not, sit well with her.  She said if the skate were on the other foot, I would have handled this situation differently, to which I’d agree, but without going through it who knows.  Having been through tryouts for nearly eight years now the technical reasons for her release are well understood, but there is, of course, no way to separate all that emotion from the equation. This too shall pass. One more tryout, one more life lesson for better or worse.

A week later (and just a few days ago) tryouts began for the third and final Midget BB team.  After having gone through the physical and mental rigors of the first two rounds – the third (because this isn’t the first time we’ve been here) is always a little taxing.  Making this third team would have a couple of challenges of its own. First off there were far fewer players on the ice to begin with – only around 24 for 17 spots.  Secondly this team would be selected by a new coach in the association with whom the Devil has little familiarity and vice versa.  A new coach could certainly be a wild card.  On the positive side of the scale, many of the players trying out for this third team were the Devil’s teammates/friends from this past season who had likewise gone from AA to A to here.  So the Devil was ushered to the rink with the same set of instructions from the previous two rounds – skate hard and there are no friends in tryouts.  I’m pleased to report the Devil and five of her teammates, including her actual linemates, were all successful in this third attempt. There are, of course, some new allies to form and friends to be made.  At the end of all of this, just like every other year, the Devil will get to play, learn, take away from and give back to the game we all love.  For now, we’ll take a wee bit of a rest through the Summer then wait to see what else the next season will bring.

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The Pros and Cons of Summer Hockey

Link: The Pros and Cons of Summer Hockey

Nice piece from Daniel Tkaczuk in The Hockey News.  My own opinion is that the cons generally outweigh the pros.  We should be developing well-rounded athletes and individuals, not burning out over-extended hockey players. Every kid is undoubtedly different, but few are likely to want to play the same game 12 months of the year.

Final Thank Yous

The 2011-12 Edition of the Bantam A Sharks got together for one last time tonight for a quick game of glow-in-the-dark mini-putt and an all-you-can-eat pizza party.  I took some time to thank each one of the girls for their efforts and offered a quick anecdote or remembrance that stuck in my mind for this or that player from what now seems like a relatively whirlwind year.  I also gave them a pic we took during before a game in our league division finals that was pretty representative of their combined carefree attitude (off the ice). I enhanced it a little with some of their accomplishments and our pre-game reminders of what they need to do to win.  I left plenty of room for them to sign their names, numbers or whatever else they chose – a one page year book if you will.  And write they did, including full paragraphs on the backside of the photos in some cases.

In return, one of our player’s grandfathers was commissioned to create a sketch of the team at our bench during a game; a keepsake I will display proudly above the mantle for the foreseeable future.

The thanks I received tonight from players and parents brought the entire season into quick and simple perspective.  I believe for most, I delivered the positive minor hockey experience they should expect and deserve – an experience which will hopefully be looked back upon fondly as they move forward on or off the ice.  For all my fretting and more than a few sleepless nights, I’ll miss this group and I’m glad I can say that.

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