Monday, November 7, 2016

“One night a certain player didn’t show up and they asked me to play goalie. I was handed a pair of battered sofa cushions, an old catchers mask and a first baseman’s mitt and was directed into the crease. The game began and one of the players streaked towards me. He rifled a shot on goal and I came sliding out and knocked it aside. My teammates cheered as the loose puck was gathered up and they all went zooming the other way. Using the blade of my stick I cleared ice shavings from the front of my net, like an old pro. In that instant I discovered my passion for the sport.”

— Jay Atkinson writing in his book Ice Time – A Tale of Fathers, Sons and Hometown Heroes – Three Rivers Press