The Boy

Sometime in January, the boy became absolutely obsessed with hockey. He had been on his hockey team since the fall, and spent the previous spring in a hockey skills program, so it wasnt exactly new to him.

Sometime in January his hockey team went to go see the Saskatoon Blades play, and the following morning they got to play a game on that ice. That was serious business for those boys.

Ever since then, obsessed.

Hockey is all he does, all he thinks about, all he talks about.

Him- Mom, did you know that so and so has home advantage tonight?
Me- Really?
Him- Ya, and they beat so and so 4 to 3 and now they are going to play so and so.
Me-Cool.
Him- blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
Me-Ya.
Him-Mom, do you like Ovechkin?
Me- Sure.
Him- WHAT? How can you like Ovechkin, Mom?
Me- Uh..oh..who's Ovechkin?
Him- sigh.

We've got mini sticks, to street hockey, to Xbox NHL. He got a group of kids to play in the gym everyday at his before and after school program, and tells me that the Mr Morning Janitor plays with them even.

We talk about Toronto and Calgary and how he hates Ottawa. (A lot of the stuff he says comes straight from his Dad's mouth as well as Christian's. It's like "deja vu" for me, every day!) His Dad is a big Toronto fan and Christian is a big Calgary fan. I informed both of these men in his life, that Vance is allowed to cheer for whomever he wants. I also told Vance that he can cheer for as many teams as he wants and if he wants to cheer for both Toronto AND Calgary, so be it.













The end.