Breakfast Club: Week 5 with Laura
Wow, talk about using all 90 minutes of class this morning. I felt sorry for the second group to do the edge drills as the first group really chewed up the ice pretty deep. Isolating the different components of your cross-over really causes your weak spots to stand out now, doesn't it? Ahem, yeah. Same goes for the round-robin shooting drills. Scott keeps trying to tell me that the rink ain't the place for the chicken dance, but doggoned if I can keep those wing flaps tucked normal when I'm pretending to shoot.
There wasn't any Kirk to kick around this Wednesday. Don't know if he snuck off to the Tuesday class, or if (gasp!) he had something better to do than hockey. I can't imagine what would be better to do than hockey, but hey I was a no-show last week myself. Not because I had something "better" to do, though, trust me. Let's see: (a) sit through four mind-numbing days of German-language PowerPoint presentations, or (b) play hockey? Hmmm, let me think... don't rush me ... Yeah, you know where my vote would be if I truly had a choice there, folks. But sometimes, even us dyed-in-the-wool anti-establishment grudgingly-compliant malcontents need to play the corporate game.
Speaking of playing games, the end-of-practice scrimmage was killer fun. Love it, love it, love it, even if the two-minute shifts kick me in my 40-something posterior. The other Laura dashed off to the showers to get a head-start on her day, but me and Emily stuck around, yielding one token female for each shift, thank you very much. Don't let those boys take your puck, girl!
Final thought for the week: How many of you are coaching, dear clubbers? I hope all of you are. You are ideal coach fodder, if you didn't know. Why? Because you care enough about getting better that you're getting coaching yourself. How many of your beer league buddies will admit that they could stand to improve on this or that? How many of those same buddies will make the time and commit to improving their game? Yeah, that's what I thought. You are doing both, and being a humble and enthusiastic student makes you an ideal coach. If you don't have a kid who is playing, that doesn't mean you can't coach. In fact, dare I say, there is an entire program full of eager young hockey players right here at Suburban that could always use your help. Check out the girls-only "Adorabelles" and "Incredibelles" learn-to-play programs at www.MichiganIceBreakers.com, and the mostly-boys "Mighty Mite" and Mini-Mite programs at www.SuburbanHockeyClub.com.
My favorite coaching moment happened last spring. Our team had just lost their umpteenth game in a row, when one of the kids gave me the biggest, sweatiest hug and said "I'm having the most fun I've ever had, Coach Laura!" How often do you get to hear that in your average day, huh? … Beats German-language PowerPoints by a long shot. So keep your head up and your eyes on the goal, and see you next week where we'll skate off all that turkey in advance!
There wasn't any Kirk to kick around this Wednesday. Don't know if he snuck off to the Tuesday class, or if (gasp!) he had something better to do than hockey. I can't imagine what would be better to do than hockey, but hey I was a no-show last week myself. Not because I had something "better" to do, though, trust me. Let's see: (a) sit through four mind-numbing days of German-language PowerPoint presentations, or (b) play hockey? Hmmm, let me think... don't rush me ... Yeah, you know where my vote would be if I truly had a choice there, folks. But sometimes, even us dyed-in-the-wool anti-establishment grudgingly-compliant malcontents need to play the corporate game.
Speaking of playing games, the end-of-practice scrimmage was killer fun. Love it, love it, love it, even if the two-minute shifts kick me in my 40-something posterior. The other Laura dashed off to the showers to get a head-start on her day, but me and Emily stuck around, yielding one token female for each shift, thank you very much. Don't let those boys take your puck, girl!
Final thought for the week: How many of you are coaching, dear clubbers? I hope all of you are. You are ideal coach fodder, if you didn't know. Why? Because you care enough about getting better that you're getting coaching yourself. How many of your beer league buddies will admit that they could stand to improve on this or that? How many of those same buddies will make the time and commit to improving their game? Yeah, that's what I thought. You are doing both, and being a humble and enthusiastic student makes you an ideal coach. If you don't have a kid who is playing, that doesn't mean you can't coach. In fact, dare I say, there is an entire program full of eager young hockey players right here at Suburban that could always use your help. Check out the girls-only "Adorabelles" and "Incredibelles" learn-to-play programs at www.MichiganIceBreakers.com, and the mostly-boys "Mighty Mite" and Mini-Mite programs at www.SuburbanHockeyClub.com.
My favorite coaching moment happened last spring. Our team had just lost their umpteenth game in a row, when one of the kids gave me the biggest, sweatiest hug and said "I'm having the most fun I've ever had, Coach Laura!" How often do you get to hear that in your average day, huh? … Beats German-language PowerPoints by a long shot. So keep your head up and your eyes on the goal, and see you next week where we'll skate off all that turkey in advance!
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