Quote of the Day…

“One night a kid failed to show up and they asked me to play goalie. At the end of the swamp closest to the streetlight, there was a ‘net’ someone had knocked together from two-by-fours with rusty chicken wire. I was handed a pair of battered sofa cushions for leg pads and an old catcher’s mask and a first baseman’s mitt and was directed into the crease. The game began and one of the players on the other team streaked towards me. He rifled a shot on goal, and I came sliding out knocking the puck aside. My teammates cheered and as the puck was gathered up they went zooming the other way. 

“Using the blade of my stick, I cleared ice shavings from the front of the net, like an old pro. In that instant, I discovered my  passion for the sport.”

— The great author Jay Atkinson, writing in his book Ice Time – A Tale of Fathers, Sons and Hometown Heroes – 2001 – Three Rivers Press