Anyone else in the 70s practice hockey by building a snowman in front of an empty hockey net? No?
I was a clumsy skater at best, and when Bobby Orr had been retired long enough for both a remission of my hero worship and for me to have several growth spurts, my parents put a hoop up in the yard. They had a very adult conversation with me to the effect of "You're our third child. The first one is heading to college. Hockey gear is expensive. You're growing through two pairs of skates per season. We're moving to a town where the nearest hockey rink is 8 exits away on the highway. You're tall enough to someday get a basketball scholarship. You are through with hockey." I was 7 years old. I nodded assent and began working on my skyhook. |
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