I read this thing once, some kind of email meme, that started out: “You know you’re a hockey parent when…” and one of the lines in that email was, “the parents of your child’s friends think you’re kidding when you tell them that your child is available for a sleepover between April and September”.
Sadly, this is no joke.
My friend was asking when he could come by for a visit. And I said, “March.” And he said, “Ha ha, no really.” And I said, “March.”
I’m not complaining. I’m just saying.
Because all of this, travelling to other towns when it’s dark and cold and blowing snow and ice all over the place, going to other cities for tournaments, dragging The Nipper all over hell’s half acre and back…it’s all worth it to watch The Captain come bursting out of the box, steal the puck from some mini-mook, and glide and deke across the blue line, muscling his way past bigger kids to take a shot at the net. Watching him skate makes me smile all over.