” I love how hockey players treat little boys who play hockey. So cute.”
I love that too. They seem to see themselves in the little hockey kids. As Crosby likes to say, “I used to be a Timbit.”
Once before practice I saw Trevor Daley overseeing his little son doing drills. Fleury came out and played goalie for him doing his signature windmills and letting the puck go past him. Daley’s son must have been about 5 and was so excited.
I would not imagine a hockey life is easy. Even good players get overlooked and coaches get fired all the time. Most of them don’t make a lot of money.
That is a great story. What a thrill for that little one. My son was about 6 when he started playing, and when he switched to goalie and was goofing around in the crease at the open hockey ice nights, all the big guys would shoot at him (easy saves) and then hit his helmet with their sticks. If I hadn’t been married at the time I’d have grabbed me a hockey player for a husband. They were as a group the best guys around or so it seemed to me.