There I was – a lanky kid growing up who still to this day doesn’t remember how the sport of hockey came on to my radar. However, once I embraced it, I played it with an undying passion. Still to this day whenever I can strap on the rollerblades or ice skates to go play – I’ll do it without hesitation. Gliding up and down the ice with speed and grit – looking to knock your opponent out your way as you drive to score a difference-making goal. Some of you won’t get this – some of you will. The sport also helped to be an escape from stress and a release of anger. More importantly it was a joy to be out there playing with a fire in my soul and competitive smile on my face.
I spent two years in an instructional league honing my skills before playing competitively. I have to say my skills paid off. I may not have been big but I had speed and wasn’t afraid to get in front of the net and mix it up. In middle school – I loved when it was hockey time in gym class haha. Even though my team may not have been there in the end – the better teams got to draft the good players from the other teams and it was flattering one year that all of them were dying to pick first because it was myself they wanted on there team. This was gym class for crying out loud. It’s the players today being drafted into the pros that I enjoy watching.
I played several years in house leagues. My most memorable year came in 1988-89 I believe. I played for the Kings and we went 16-0, undefeated in the playoffs en route to our championship. What a run. It was a great time. Whether it was those moments or playing on the tennis courts with childhood friends – I’ll never live down the game.
While I play the game I’m also a big fan. Being from near DC I root for the Washington Capitals. I’ve watched them since I was a kid through the ups and downs. From the down years, to today where they have arguably the best player in the game, Alexander Ovechkin, leading this team. It won’t be long before they hoist the Stanley Cup and I can die in peace. Some pictures.
This would be Alexander Ovechkin.
One of my greatest experiences following this sport came in 2004. The Tampa Bay Lightning won the Stanley Cup and one of the trainers on the team lived in Southwest Florida and as is tradition – everyone gets a day to spend with the Cup. The trainer was kind of enough to have it out on display and of course I couldn’t pass up a chance to touch the best trophy in all of sports. Plus a sport known for being played in cold weather – allowed me to have a chance to pose with hockey’s Holy Grail on the beach in sunny Florida.
The debate can go on about how hockey is not popular as much in the U.S. as Canada and other countries. Is it the toughest sport? Another question that can be debated forever but you put on the pads for 82 games of the year – going out every game and getting banged around. Don’t tell me you can’t see that feeling in the players eyes who are on the last team standing and lifting the Stanley Cup.
Forever a diehard player and fan of the game and the best sport out there.