One of the great things about the Christmas season is spending time with family and friends. It’s a cliche, but it’s true. Squeezing in a game or two of hockey with old buddies fits nicely into this category.
For those of us lucky enough to have kids who play the game as well, Christmas sometimes gives us a chance to don the blades and play with them. I had that chance this past week with my son, who invited me out late one night for a game of shinny on an open-air neighbourhood rink with his buddies.
There were some other blokes playing as well on a rink that was too small to hold all of us so we split into two shifts of about four or five to each side. There was even a goalie there with full equipment who had just finished taking it all off just as we got there, and seeing that a new game was forming, he threw it all back on and went back to the cage. We had nets at both ends, and the ice was a mess after having been skated on all day but it didn’t stop us.
What a grand night. I didn’t play long, perhaps a half hour. I chirped the young bucks and chatted with some of the strangers who by the end of the game were like old friends. Then I went home and flopped on the couch and fell asleep. Life truly does not get any better than this. What a blast.