Imagine...
- Apr 3
- 1 min read
This popped up on my timeline yesterday and it caused me to pause... and think. It needed some modification.
I know dozens, maybe hundreds who still have solid friends from PeeWee (6th & 7th Grades), Squirt (4th & 5th Grades) and even Mite (2nd & 3rd Grades). It may have been the result of playing together for several years, or it may have just been that one special season. There's something about this sport of ours that binds people closer together. I don't know if it's the long seasons, the sweat, the conversations in the locker room or the car, or the uncompromising commitment to defend and support one's team and teammates without question. It's why I'll debate hockey, in any form, as being the greatest sport on earth!
When a parent chooses hockey for their son or daughter, they're not simply providing another activity. It's a mind, body and character-building experience you can't find in any book or video. It can't be packaged or reproduced. There are no shortcuts. It has to be lived. Know that should youngsters stick with it, rest assured they'll have "solid" friends for their entire life. Birthdays, weddings, funerals. They'll never have to go it alone.
I'd love for someone studying social science to write a thesis exploring the above statement. I know it's true. I don't understand why. Maybe it's not important.
On October 17th, many of those friendships forged decades ago will be rekindled at
The Second 20th Century New Jersey Hockey Reunion. Proof positive the above is true.
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