Breakfast Club: One Week to Go

Here it is, the week before the second session opener.

For those of you old enough to remember how Mission Control counted down the Apollo launches, we are at T-minus six days and counting. What ever happened to the thrill of watching people being launched into space, anyway? As us kids took the morning off from school (Pattengill Elementary in Berkley, for those who are curious), Dad stayed home from work, and Mom was home as usual. So much of what was extraordinary then seems run-of-the-mill now. Lucky for me, hockey has not approached being run-of-the-mill, and I hope it won't, ever.

A few months back, my son (effortless on skates since he was two, the little bugger) asked me what my goals were for hockey. I thought for a few seconds, and then decided that my goal is to play on a team that goes to the USA Hockey Nationals before I'm 50. When I first started playing at age 40, my clinic coach asked me what my goals were, too, and I told him I wanted to skate as good as my eight-year old son did back when he was six. Been there, done that. So while going to the Nationals is a stretch, it's a do-able stretch. Maybe not as ambitious as sending humans to the moon seemed back in the 60's, but then hockey isn’t rocket science either. So keep your skates on the ice, and keep your head up ... looking for that next higher goal.

See you on the ice, my friends.