I live in the land of the cold, frigid air whipping through our quaint town, snow drifting into individual piles. And guess what comes along with snow. Ice. Yup, and lots of it.
We got ice on our windshields and ice on our roads. There's so much ice pile-up on the mailbox you practically need a blowtorch to heat the seal to open. But we usually use a hammer or just cuss at the thing. Tree limbs dangle heavily, barely carrying their load, while the faint creak from shrivering trees and utility poles gradually grows.
But there is a plus side to all this ice. ICE RINKS, ICED-OVER LOCAL PONDS, & ICE HOCKEY!! Needless to say, we are a hockey family. My dad was a coach while I was growing up and my brother played. I always knew, when I had children someday, my children would play. For gosh sakes, my dad brought hockey skates to the hospital right after I delivered my first son.
The game has brought so much life and excitement to my family. Our three boys play. (Our daughter did when she was younger, but now she's an amazing soccer feign.) My kids have played every position on the ice from left wing and right wing to center and defense and even goalie--that position lasted six nerve-wracking years for this mom. If you are not a hockey fan or have never given watching a game an honest try, you should. Yes there will be hitting, and penalties, and probably a few words that will be bleeped out, but it's a load of fun. And honestly, these guys are some of the most skilled athletes in the world.
Think about it. They travel on slippery ice at speeds of approximately 30 MPH (at times), carry a stick two inches thick with a blade much thinner than that, shoot with that stick at rates up to 108 MPH, dodge or give body contact to possess a small rubber disc the diameter of a coffee mug, all while skating on a blade less than .110 of an inch.
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Can you do any of that?
Melanie Schulz, and,
of course, Matt MacNish!!