Probably the reason that I still have all my front teeth is that we moved from Minnesota to Colorado when I was eight years old and nobody played hockey. There were hardly any places to even skate.
The closest we came was when I was in college and we would play broom ball (or "broom brawl" as we called it). Played on ice, but without skates and using sawed off brooms and and ball.
“The closest we came was when I was in college and we would play broom ball (or “broom brawl” as we called it). Played on ice, but without skates and using sawed off brooms and and ball.”
That’s just so sad!
I noticed this morning the scar on my right knee I got 50 years ago on a back yard rink just up the street; sharp spot at center ice! :)
We skated every day after school until supper, then after supper “under the lights” someone’s Dad had put up until it was time for homework. We lived on our skates on weekends and listened to the Canadiens’ games in French on the radio. Good times! I doubt I could last 5 minutes out there on the ice now.