There’s just something magical about Canadian Tire. I think only my parents truly understand how Canadian Tire played a role in our holiday shopping as a family. Who else remembers Noma Christmas lights, GT Snowracers and Jofa hockey elbow pads?
My Dad must know what it’s like to max out his Canadian Tire credit card at Christmas, just so the show would go on.
Today, a chance encounter in the hockey stick aisle of Canadian Tire rekindled some of my own personal hockey magic.
Since retiring from hockey back in ‘97, I’ve laced up the skates less than a dozen times.
Yet, each time, I can still skate and shoot just as well as I ever did (albeit with substantially lowered endurance).
But, just a few hours ago, I helped a kid’s Dad pick out a hockey stick. His son needed one for his Phys Ed class, and that five minutes of my day triggered some deep connections in my neural networks - the hockey nerves.
The would-be hockey Dad has no idea what he’s getting into, should his son decide Hockey is the sport for him.
I’m getting some hockey gear together and have decided to lace up the skates. Hopefully at a rural arena in Redwater, Alberta.
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islandgrovepress 11.14.07 at 9:50 am
Nice bit of writing.
I’ve got half a mind to steal it.