RICK MacLEAN: Saturday night was hockey night. And I was Ken Dryden
Share this Story : PNI Atlantic News Copy Link Email X Reddit Pinterest LinkedIn Tumblr
RICK MacLEAN: Saturday night was hockey night. And I was Ken Dryden
There was a rule. At least, I had a rule. And he broke it. So he had to pay.
Subscribe now to access this story and more:
Unlimited access to the website and app
Exclusive access to premium content, newsletters and podcasts
Full access to the e-Edition app, an electronic replica of the print edition that you can share, download and comment on
Enjoy insights and behind-the-scenes analysis from our award-winning journalists
Support local journalists and the next generation of journalists
Subscribe or sign in to your account to continue your reading experience.
Unlimited access to the website and app
Exclusive access to premium content, newsletters and podcasts
Full access to the e-Edition app, an electronic replica of the print edition that you can share, download and comment on
Enjoy insights and behind-the-scenes analysis from our award-winning journalists
Support local journalists and the next generation of journalists
Create an account or sign in to continue your reading experience.
Access additional stories every month
Share your thoughts and join the conversation in our commenting community
Get email updates from your favourite authors
Sign In or Create an Account
“If you poke my glove hand with that stick again I’ll cut your head off with my goalie stick.”
He turned white, backed up and turned away. He didn’t try to jar the ball loose with his stick again. We won the game.
“Why aren’t you playing varsity hockey with us on the school team?” one of the defencemen asked me after the tournament – which we won – was over.
Sadly, real hockey is played on skates, unlike road hockey. And my skating was never up to the mark.
But my willingness to guard the net wearing my goalie gear was, apparently, more than up to snuff. Good to know.
Saturday night tradition
I’d had years of practice. After all, it was hockey. And I’d been watching it on TV, courtesy of Hockey Night in Canada – da-da-da-da da daaaah (go ahead, you know the theme song) – since my grandfather started inviting me to watch the game with him every Saturday night.
He’d always fall asleep. I’d always cheer for the Montreal Canadiens.
Now it’s over.........
