I love hockey. And so does my son.
The scratching ice, the crisp, thick air penetrates the soul of every hockey fan.
I'm not good at the game. There was a time I could waste days pretending I was a hockey superstar.
I see me in my son's eyes. Sometimes I'm too busy to play with him. He pretends to be Sidney Crosby. He's excited to play organized hockey for the first time.
We don't want to take anything away from our son's childhood.
When I was his age, I begged my parents to play. But my parents couldn't afford it.
We never pushed our boy to like hockey. It's in his blood.
He started by playing on a team where the other kids have been skating for 7 years. They've been playing hockey for 5. Needless to say he's behind.
He loves it.
I was worried after the first game. He didn't touch the puck much as he wobbly skated. He spent more time on his butt than on his skates.
Was he discouraged?
Was he be disappointed?
Was he mad?
I didn't know what to expect when I got in the dressing room. I rushed to him ready to console his boyish ego.
He was smiling. He was talking about all the good things he had done and how much fun he was having.
And that's all we wanted for him. To have fun.
We saw noticeable improvements in his hockey sense by game two. He was more aggressive and less wobbly. He was still slow but he was more involved in the play and less on his butt.
Every hockey parent knows this, but being new we weren't aware of it. The hockey bullshit started. For some reason, there is always one parent who believe his kid is going to make the NHL. They believe that winning is the only thing that matters.
One parent commented on how our boy should go down a level to learn the game better. A fair statement but our son doesn't want to play with kids a year younger than him. He wants to play with friends from his class.
A second parent told us that if he stayed with his age group, it wasn't going to be fair for the rest of the players. Although recreational hockey is supposed to be fun, the boys have more fun when they win. Having kids who can't keep up will most definitely handicap the chances of winning.
I couldn't believe my ears. The second parent went on to say that as a parent I shouldn't put my child in a situation where other kids are going to blame him for the loss. I should provide a positive environment so that he doesn't fail, feel belittled, or feel inferior.
IT'S MY FAULT!!!!
Do these people actually believe their own bullshit sandwiches they force down others throats?
This is recreational hockey.
I coached baseball this summer. We didn't win a lot of games. But everyone played equally. And everyone tried hard. We didn't keep score. The kids tried but their attention spans couldn't keep up. When the kids thought they won, they won. When they thought they lost, they lost. We didn't tell them either way, mainly because we didn't know. The score didn't matter.
The only thing that matters is that kids have fun playing a fun game.
If kids don't have fun when they lose, then they shouldn't be playing.
Every game has a winner and loser, when you keep score. Hockey is one of those sports that keeping score seems to be important.
But it's not.
My child will play where he wants.
If kids blame him, we'll give him the skills to deal with adversity.
If parents blame us, we'll bite our tongues and laugh at their own immaturity.
If parents blame him, we'll cut out their throats.
Hockey makes good people crazy. Did you know that?
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