Head Tale

When I was in high school and later, in university, the neighbours across the street hosted a Boxing Day road hockey tournament every year.

This was followed by an airing of the latest Don Cherry “Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em” VHS tape that one of their two boys got from Christmas, finger foods, basement beers and ping pong.

The mom of the family recently posted some photos from albums she created over the years – in the 1995 picture below, I’m the guy in the bright blue parka (that memorable jacket having literally just gotten home from a semester exchange to England about four days earlier!  And that’s our double garage in the background of various pics since she was taking shots from her own driveway.  There were *a lot* of sports played on that driveway and against those garage doors growing up – basketball, baseball, tennis, hockey, even pro wrestling!)

Anyhow, I thought this was fitting to post as I was talking to a colleague about growing up playing hockey.

“Yeah, but I wasn’t very good” he said.

“Me either,” I replied. “Come to think of it, I was about as good as you’d expect a guy who grows up to be a librarian to be at the game!”  😉