Shinny Hockey
As a kid I sometimes lived on farms and in the Country.
Spring brought mixed feelings.
For one thing, it meant the ice was going to melt:
No more Hockey.
(Though we at least we could now find the pucks
we lost in the snowbanks.)
Indoor arenas? A fantasy we never entertained.
Brother Bruce (left) had hockey gloves. Brother Doug (right) had shin pads. Brother Richard built those hockey nets from some boards and chicken wire. (They didn’t last long.)
It was rare to have any equipment at all.
But in Shinny you really only need
some ice, skates, a hockey stick, and a puck.
Hockey sticks were made outta wood in those days. (Remember that stuff?)
The tape on the blade was NOT optional. It was often the only thing
holding the blade together.
Thus, NOBODY took slap shots. Slap shots break blades.
The Team
There was no team.
We threw the puck on the ice and started playing.
Simple.
Spring?
Well … the only good thing I can remember about Spring
was NOT freezing my butt off waiting the School Bus to arrive.
Have a good one.
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