My son's inspiring coaches inspired me to write this blog entry. These entries usually stem from something that stands out in my mind as extraordinary or enlightening. This one is no different.
My son moved from playing Tier 2 travel ice hockey for three years to playing Tier 1 for the first time. He (and we) were not sure what to expect. We heard about the commitment, the time and energy we would need to expend, as well as the demands on our son, the player, to work hard and improve his game, his skills, his speed.
As he moves through these changes, learning and growing at every turn, I am sure we made the right choice for him. The intensity of the game, the practices and the coaches, are worth every ounce of effort. His coaches demand and expect his respect, a solid work ethic and an appreciation for the rules.
While at a tournament this past weekend, the boys had a 6:30 a.m. game scheduled for Sunday morning. The quarterfinals. The coaches instituted an 8:30 p.m. curfew for the players (the entire team was staying on the same floor of a hotel near the rink). When 8:30 rolled around, one of the coaches was in the hallway, letting each boy know that he expected them to retreat to their rooms and get some rest. And they did.
What an amazing learning experience. He's a lucky kid.
My son moved from playing Tier 2 travel ice hockey for three years to playing Tier 1 for the first time. He (and we) were not sure what to expect. We heard about the commitment, the time and energy we would need to expend, as well as the demands on our son, the player, to work hard and improve his game, his skills, his speed.
As he moves through these changes, learning and growing at every turn, I am sure we made the right choice for him. The intensity of the game, the practices and the coaches, are worth every ounce of effort. His coaches demand and expect his respect, a solid work ethic and an appreciation for the rules.
While at a tournament this past weekend, the boys had a 6:30 a.m. game scheduled for Sunday morning. The quarterfinals. The coaches instituted an 8:30 p.m. curfew for the players (the entire team was staying on the same floor of a hotel near the rink). When 8:30 rolled around, one of the coaches was in the hallway, letting each boy know that he expected them to retreat to their rooms and get some rest. And they did.
What an amazing learning experience. He's a lucky kid.
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