I put this on Facebook before the Humboldt Broncos Vigil tonight (and after some time has passed, I may share some other thoughts on that) but wanted to capture it here too since Facebook sucks. 😉
I’m not unusual in Canada for how much hockey has meant to me my whole life.
I was never the greatest player (I literally managed to break my *own* leg with no one else around me while playing beer league hockey a few years back!) but I still loved everything about the game since I was a kid – playing it on the street, in the school gym and on the ice, watching it live or on TV, reading about it obsessively in newspapers, books and eventually web sites.
Whether I was playing beginners or beer league, the memories of the freezing arenas, the stinky locker rooms, the camaraderie with my teammates are some of the best memories of my life.
I never made it to a level where I rode a team bus. But I still traveled miles on winter roads with my mom and dad or with the other parents or coaches they entrusted me to.
This song, based on a true story (http://bit.ly/2qfTGIR), has been on repeat in my head all weekend:
“When he was a kid, he’d be up at five,
Take shots till eight, make the thing drive.
Out after school, back on ice,
That was his life, he was gonna play in the big league.”
We all have a story, we all have a connection to this tragedy.
If you haven’t already, please consider donating to the GoFundMe: https://ca.gofundme.com/funds-for-humboldt-broncos
…or to STARS Air Ambulance: https://foundation.stars.ca/SK-donatenow
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