It is 6:08 a.m. It is still dark outside. Actually it is still very dark. Yet in 52 minutes, my sweet Max will be playing in the Atom tournament for the championship game (in his division).
It is a huge deal… the Atom tournament, to any hockey playing boy ages 9-10 is a big weekend. 97 teams come from all over Ontario to play in this tournament. It is a bill of rights, sort to speak. They get to miss school for the game. (It is from Wednesday -Sunday).
Yesterday Max and his team (The Rock) played the first two games and won. The second game they lost bad. Then with a wildcard they had the chance to play the team that just beat them.
Funny, how games are. This time, we beat them bad. One of their coaches got kicked out for behaving badly. Another parent got kicked out too. How sad. Parents behaving badly. I am sure this effected their game. Their goalie got hurt or/and had a meltdown. With the score 9-2, they pulled out.
Of course I have plenty to say about parents and their behaviour…. but this is about Max and his game.
This is like being part of the Stanley Cup or something for 9-10 year olds.
When Sammy was in the Atom Tournament, I remember being so excited and getting all dolled up.
I had a team jersey, my face painted Sammy’s number and a very loud horn. I was all into it.
Sammy came up to me and said, “Can’t you just be like the other moms?”
I was so devastated. First, I am not like other moms. I have weird genes that just prevent this from occurring. Second, this is the only way to be part of the sport since I have no athletic abilities at all.
I took time to do my hair and makeup. Yet, all I was to him was embarrassing.
So as Max’s day approached, I was not really going to bother. It is a lot of work and energy to be weirder than you already are!
Yet he hinted that he wanted it! I loved it! So I had the hair (which I really wanted to dye red but just didn’t get to it), the jersey and horn! I am pretty sure it was the hair that was lucky. With it on, we won! LOL
What a great day! I am only able to handle hockey in small dosages but I loved this weekend. All the boys woke up at 6 am to be there for the game! (It probably had to do with going out to breakfast after, too).
Thank You, God, for hockey! Thank you for children with the passion and love for the game. Thank you for dedicated coaches and parents and all things hockey!
