Sheldon's houseleague hockey team went downtown this afternoon to help out Shoot for the Cure - a hockey based charity which seeks to raise awareness about spinal cord injuries and neurotrauma - at the Hockey Hall of Fame Legends Game.
Ten kids from Sheldon's team plus some of their siblings helped out this great cause. Their job was to stand at each entrance and hand out thundersticks to the fans as they arrived at the game. It was hectic but they seemed to have a lot of fun hanging out together and working as a team to get their job done.
With the thundersticks all given away (well, maybe we kept one or two to use ourselves....) we all took our seats and enjoyed the fun on the ice.
We saw Glenn Anderson skate with fire literally powering his skates. We saw most of the old-timers skating without helmets. We saw girl power in the form of Angela James and Cammie Granato, the newest players to be inducted into the Hall of Fame.
I have to admit that I was a little skeptical at first. How would these boys, most of whom I don't know, behave out in the general public, with a job to get done? I shouldn't have been worried for even a second. They were a great group of kids - hardworkers all of them - who were respectful, kind, and gave me a few laughs.
I must admit that before I had a teenage boy I was a little of intimidated by them. I was raised in a family of girls so this is all uncharted territory for me. But today gave me yet another reason to believe that our young boys are on a good path and will continue to make us proud.
One final thing: Peter has been dreaming of the day when his daughter will jump over the boards and fly down the ice, curly hair peaking out from beneath her helmet, the puck in front of her, on her way to score. The only problem is that Juliana won't consider playing hockey. Not even for a second. So, for now, this might be the closest to playing hockey that Little Miss J gets - wearing her brother's old jersey. Enjoy it while you can, honey.
One final thing: Peter has been dreaming of the day when his daughter will jump over the boards and fly down the ice, curly hair peaking out from beneath her helmet, the puck in front of her, on her way to score. The only problem is that Juliana won't consider playing hockey. Not even for a second. So, for now, this might be the closest to playing hockey that Little Miss J gets - wearing her brother's old jersey. Enjoy it while you can, honey.
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