On our way to power skating | 2003
I haven't really said much about hockey this year.
A lot has to do with the fact Cole is no longer playing the game: the cut, combined with the bursitis and appendicitis, conspired to keep him off the ice. Though Caden continues to play the game, it is for fun. Hockey is no longer an all-consuming part of our days, our thoughts or the mileage on my truck.
I don't have much love for the game, indeed, I never have had much passion for it. The boys played the sport because hockey, in this country, is a rite of passage. Their father played hockey so my boys would play hockey. I am from a family of girls and with the exception of my one season of ringette, we had little exposure to ice sports as a team experience.
This blog is a way for me to record what is going on in our lives and a reflection of how events affect and effect us. I would be remiss not to address what was, at one time, an all-consuming aspect of our lives.
Last year, Cole's Oakville Rangers '97AAA team did not fare well at the AAA Championship weekend in Kingston. They came in 4th out of 5 teams in that championship weekend. The loss had nothing to do with the heart of the players. It fell squarely on the continuing inability for the coaching staff to motivate and coach. The classic do the same thing over-and-over-and-over again expecting a different results - and, no surprise, getting the same one each time. It confirmed to me things I knew all along, but never voiced outside of my home.
Cole, along with a couple of boys, got cut from the team. Clearly the loss was their fault. We heard of stories involving illegal imports of of players - kids living in basements, improperly registered for school and all manner of monkeying with the rules. Cheating and underhanded tactics are not foreign to this particular coach. Whatever.
My only thought was that the spirit crushing of my son, and of the other boys cut, had better be worth it.
Well, this past weekend was championship weekend again. Guess what? The Oakville Rangers '97AAA team - again - came in 4th out of 5 teams.
I showed the stats to Cole. He reacted with little interest, he's moved on. Far along. He expressed no joy, no sadness. Just a question about how this kid did or that kid did but no real curiosity.
If anyone asked me a year ago I would have thought I'd be pleased if the team didn't fare well this year. The truth is, I do not feel any joy. I feel terrible for those boys who have worked so hard, those parents who have sacrificed so much. I feel sad for what was "chemistry-wise" a fabulous team that was torn apart for a win that never materialized.
Life moves along.
A year later? I am happy that the events of last year have changed the dynamic of our home and the direction of our interests. I am happy my son is able to be so full with the joy in other events that his focus is on only the positive in his life. I am happy that I am not happy to hear about the misfortune of others.
Life is no longer synonymous with hockey.
Life is full.
Life is good.





















