I loved playing in a beer league the couple of years I did it. Then the league at the sports center became sticklers to the age rule. I was in my 30s playing in an over 40 league. Not that my age made me any better then them.
Growing up I was the last boy and my dad was a star basketball player for his high school, so I was swayed in that direction. Also I have poor circulation, so when my dad put me in skates one time to skate outside while my brother had a practice, I cried like a wuss when they thawed. That was the end of that.
Then when I was in 8th grade, my brother went to state so I tried hockey the next year. Started out not being able to skate backwards to ending up skating backwards by the end of the season. We’d do full rink figure 8s and I would not give up or quit on the parts we skated backwards. Then I played summer hockey. The next year I wanted to make the B squad and when I didn’t I quit.
I really miss the competition, I am very competitive. I miss playing all sports. And I do not like to lose, yes I am a sulker even at 44.
Michelle wanted to throw out the skates and equipment thinking I won’t need them anymore, I haven’t used them for years. But I think at some point I am going to look into some beer leagues down here.
I’ve always loved watching hockey. Whether it was the North Stars or my brother, I really like watching the action. My brother went on to play in the USHL and a year at Stephen’s Point. I wish he would have gone further, he was more of a grinder than a scorer.
Thank you for indulging me by reading my coffee induced trip down memory lane.
Go Wild!