I know there are a couple of Chicago hockey readers, and I will acknowledge the Dells has some very cold rinks. And then there are a couple of hockey dads who grew up playing in upstate NY, which has cold and great hockey.
But this weekend I watched one of our forwards play a tuff shift. Head to the bench and puke in a trash can, and then make it out for his next shift. The coach running the forward lines didn't even know. Seems this young man gives his all and it isn't unusual for him to have to toss a little bile into the trash can between shifts. How's that for leaving it all on the ice (or trash can)?
And then there is my daughter. She likes her skates tight. Like size 6 feet in size 1 1/2 skates tight. Very tight skates often equal cold feet. Very cold feet. While the center was puking in the can my daughter was getting a foot massage from the defensive line coach. Nice full service coaching. She lost a toenail during the game due to cold. That didn't bother her so much as having the floating nail jammed in with her toes in her skate's very tight toe box.
Toenails popping off, kids puking in trash cans, and a couple of wins. Aspen tuff.
What you got Chicago?
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