Playing hockey outdoors.
October 5, 2010
“It’s too cold”. Too cold? It’s winter. It’s supposed to be cold. That’s how water turns to ice. And it’s awesome.
When I was little, we played all our hockey games outdoors. They were never cancelled. Blowing snow and huge drifts in the corners resulting in hilarious battles for the lost puck? Yep. All the time. We would freeze our toes and then be brought close to tears as a parent or coach rubbed our feet and until they began to thaw. Not once did it occur to us that we should quit or skip the next game because of the pain. Not. Once. Jam a toque under your helmet, throw on mitts instead of hockey gloves… and out you go. Good times. And what of the parents? There they were, standing alongside the rink on top of the drifts that lined the boards on the outside of the surface. No bleachers. No place to hide. Tons of coffee. We were in this together. There are still plenty of outdoor rinks. There are also plenty of empty outdoor rinks. When you hear someone complain about available ice time, they’re clearly talking about indoor ice time. Outdoor ice is easy to find. There are two by my place, and I can have them to myself all winter if I choose. Some poor guy took the time to flood it, maybe we should use it. Freezing your toes is painful, but that pain doesn’t last forever. Outdoor hockey should. Drop the puck. Don’t let it die.