Several years ago, when the Crowley backyard rink was the centre of family action in the winter months, my youngest flipped a stick upside-down and attempted to control the puck with the end of the stick instead of the blade. She was imitating a neighbourhood friend who played ringette, but given our rink was always littered with the pucks her brother and I shot endlessly around her (and probably far too close to her on several occasions) instead of rings, she had to make do with the materials at hand.
She promptly dubbed her own game “puckette” and for the next winter or two, enjoyed playing a unique blend of hockey and ringette that could only have been born on an L-shaped family rink alongside a father and brother.
Rink Tales 