Hockey Season Begins.
It is still August, but here in PA the official hockey season has begun. August. Hockey in the summer? I don't think even the Canadians are this insane! Minnesota and Michigan are the big hockey states, and they wait until mid October to get the team rosters together and start carving the ice. I am not sure why hockey begins so early, and it is a shame as it cuts into fall activities and sports that many boys would like to play.
So, as we all gear up for another season of action and fun, I have decided to psych up myself with my version of "you might be a hockey parent..."
You might be a hockey parent if......
~your e-mail account has hockeymom or your child's number somewhere in it.
~you upgrade from a minivan to a suburban so you can fit your son's hockey bag in the back.
~you clock the miles to tournaments and take bets on which will be lower, the fees or the mileage.
~your husband knows all the names of the kids your son has ever played with and their birthdays, but doesn't know the names of the neighbor's kids and hasn't a clue the birthdays of your neices or nephews.
~you plan the birth of your next child so it lands just prime for the hockey cut-offs.
~you rush home after each game (and practice) to enter the stats in your own computerized spreadsheet.
~you simply cannot relate with a parent of a soccer player.
~you find yourself stumped when trying to open a conversation with a family that doesn't play hockey.
~you walk around the house humming "hockey rock"tunes.
~you trip over hockey gear on your son's floor, which is only picked up when it is loaded into the bag for the next practice.
~you no longer find the smell of his equipment "offensive".
~your other children have acclimated to the hockey rink climate and no longer require winter coats, hats, or gloves when the temperature is above 18 degrees.
~Vending machine coffee and hot chocolate are a delicacy.