He Shoots...He Scores!

As one season ends, so another begins. No - the boys are done for a few months...
It's the big boy I'm talking about - John has started his hockey season.

Now, I do need to brag a little...my husband will be 51 years old in January! MORE than half the guys on his team are old enough to be his son. Yet, he is still able to play.

There are three factors that enable him to continue...

1. He is Canadian and hockey is in our DNA
2. He is a goalie
3. Americans stink at hockey

How do we know they stink? Because they need a 51 year old goalie! In Canada, John would have been playing in a "Senior" division ten years ago. Here - they don't have enough players to make up a regular division, let alone intermediate or senior.
Besides, the best players in John's league are --Canadian!

Being a goalie means John doesn't have to play "out", as they say. What it really means is that you don't have to skate. What he does have to do, however, is get up and down faster than a toilet seat in a busy bathroom (sorry - I had to use that saying from my Mother...but in Canada we call it a washroom!)

The by-product of all this activity comes home with him after every game - the smelly equipment. In order to make it less smelly (is that possible?!) he hangs it in our garage, far, far away from the door into the house.

Bottom line; I am really proud that he is still playing and he says he had a great game..."stood on his head" as they say in hockeyland! They only lost 9 to 6...:)))