The following is a repost of a story I wrote in April of 2009. In honor of today's game from Fenway Park between the Boston Bruins and Philadelphia Flyers, I decided to brush it off and resurrect it from the portals. I hope you enjoy. Happy New Year and Go Bruins!
My daughter, Erika, and I recently spent a couple hours of Daddy/Daughter time at the Worcester Sharks hockey playoff game against the Providence Bruins. We took our seats behind the Sharks bench and waited for the singing of the National Anthem.
Before the first note of "O, say can you see," Erika asked me if I ever played hockey. I laughed. Then I cried a bit and told her the story of my brief life on skates.
As a child, skating simply wasn't my thing. It wasn't truly my fault, though. We were a middle-class family who wasn't overloaded with extra cash, and the result was that I never had a proper pair of well-fitting ice skates.
My dad complains to this day that the reason he is not handy around the house is because he never has the right tools. Mom hands him a butter knife to turn a screw or his shoe to pound in the head of a protruding nail.
When it came time for a bunc ...
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