Recently my nearly 18th month old son, the Young Squire (also known as THE ASSOCIATION) was introduced to the fine game of hockey. I bought him a pair of bob skates for Christmas and during the holiday we took him to a few local skating rinks to get him familiar with the ice.
The Young Squire proved to be pretty good at skating already and doesn’t seem to be scared at all. Since he appears to like skating I figured I would bring out a couple of hockey sticks for the two of us. This was a stroke of genius. The Young Squire is stoked to have a stick in his hands and can be seen working on an Al Macinnis like howizter whenever he gets the chance. Better yet for this hockey loving Dad, my son can be heard around the house chanting “HOCKEY…HOCKEY…HOCKEY”. I kid you not I almost have to clear the salty discharge from eyes when I hear him. The kid is a natural power forward in the Milan Lucic mold, so I’ve already started to negotiate with the First Lady about his debut in some form of minor hockey.
So far we are in the initial stages of our negotiations (I rarely win for those of you keeping score) and the First Lady has her own reservations towards the ever increasing violence of the sport of hockey and isn’t sure whether our son should be exposed to it. I’m guessing this video of a 10 year old hockey game from Russia won’t help my cause any. Thanks Russia….damn Ruskies wrecking it for the association and his old man.