You can still buy a Sherwood 5030 PMP in stores today but the Jofa’s and Titan’s of my boyhood days are long gone. Where do old, unbroken hockey sticks go?
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In fact, I hate it. The curve is unwieldy and I over-taped the grip slightly. I fought the puck all night and generally felt like the stick was working against me. After the game I offered it for sale for $20 to the highest bidder (which makes its cost per game to me well beyond even my worst wooden sticks of years gone by). However, on leaving the dressing room and having one of the Sedin’s offer to take it off my hands for $20, I waffled and decided I’m too cheap to eat the full-cost-minus-$20 and said I’d like to give it one more game.
Hockey sticks are a funny damn thing. They just have to feel right and the older I get, the fewer sticks in the stores have that combination of lightness, curve and blade shape that I like. This thing better feel better by the end of the week or one of the Sedin’s is going to get himself an almost new stick at a great price.
I finally got my new stick ready this weekend but I’m worried. I had to borrow a neighbour’s hacksaw to cut it down a few inches but when I compared it to my old wand, the curve on the new one just doesn’t seem quite right, the way it did in the store. The toe curves a bit more than I thought and seems to curl under a bit more than I like. Maybe it grew this curve out of spite from being forced to sit in the front hall un-used the past three weeks?
I officially put the old stick, a yellow Easton, down after I got the new one all taped up. It was pretty beat up and gettin’ long in the tooth. Old yeller’ I guess you could call it.
There was no back o’ the woodshed involved here though. No, in my case, putting down a stick means relegating it to the corner of the garage where my old sticks go when they hit their end of life. It’ll stay there for a year or two and then finally get taken to the landfill some Saturday in May when it’s clear to me I’m never going to wish I had kept it in the event I need to press an old stick into emergency action for any reason.
Old sticks get treated a little differently than they did in days gone by. Built with all these new-fangled fancy materials in lieu of wood, they don’t easily go through the power saw and end up as one-foot lengths that get fed into the fireplace as they did when I was a boy.
I can remember my dad more than once grabbing broken sticks out of the bins as we left the arena after a game which he would then cut up and use in the fireplace. They were hardwood so didn’t work too well as kindling but they did burn nicely once the fire was going. If you’ve never warmed yourself after a game by the flames fueled by an old Sherwood 5030 being cremated, you’ve never really lived.
I’ve written a couple of posts over the past few weeks about a new stick I bought that I haven’t had time to cut off and get game-ready. It’s not that takes a bunch of time but my hacksaw is elsewhere and I simply haven’t had time to run to a neighbour’s and borrow one. However, this weekend promises more time and so it was that when I hit the ice last night, it was a pretty good bet it was the last game I’d play with current stick. It’s all but broke and a hard pass is tough to take cleanly. I don’t shoot very hard on my best shots but even I am feeling it being weaker than necessary to get off a clean shot.
Having said that, I was able to snag a pair of greasy rebounds with it last week that I was able to shovel over the line and last night, got a gift early on a loose puck that turned into a breakaway. Moose guessed right and gave me nothing in the cage so I just fired it hard along the ice on a prayer. The clinking sound as it hit the back pipe confirmed that this particular stick, although ready for pasture, had found once more hole. It was a good stick. An honest stick. A hard working stick.
Crazy busy at work and my new stick still sits in the front hall awaiting the TLC required to make it game-worthy. It needs to be cut off a bit and taped up but time has been at a premium and I need a nap first. Perhaps tomorrow.
…is a sign of a too-busy life. I bought a new bauer two weeks ago today and it’s not only unused so far, it’s still sitting inside the front door at home, a rather rare place for my better half to allow me to leave any piece of hockey equipment, smell or no smell.
One impediment to using is that my hacksaw is offline and I haven’t had time to bother a neighbour / friend for one to borrow.
Do they even publish this anymore? When I was a kid, the lie used to be written on the shaft of the stick. It was just one more cool measure to try and personalize to your style. “I just cannot get used to a 5 lie. I keep losing it out the heel.”
I’m sure there was an optimal lie for some of us, but I’m just as sure there wasn’t for some of us too.