Crap. A Photo Op. And in this weather. Still. I've learned not to ignore a photo op; it eats me up for years. I went home, threw on a hoodie, down coat, and my ugliest warm galoshes. I grabbed the camera, and ran back to park near this little pond. I walked the 1/4 mile or so in to get to these guys, while I simultaneously bitched about the cold and patted myself on the back.
Here's a brief sampling of what I came home with; there were about 75 all together.
These guys had the gear: the goal, the skates, the clothes, and the sunglasses. Their skates and sticks rang out on the ice as I watched them play. They all seemed experienced and impressive.
And, on the way out, I happened upon a hockey game of another sort. The sort I would have taken part in when I was about their age.
These guys had...uh...the sticks. Some shoes. Some gloves and mittens.
Yes, this is the game I would have played. I was one of the kids with Wonder bread bags pulled up over my shoes and rubber banded at the top, to keep snow out of my socks. Mismatched mittens and scarves and hats, and coats zipped over so many sweaters we could hardly move our arms.
We were the kids that slid down the hill on a cardboard box, unabashedly racing those 6-up on a toboggan.
It never occurred to us that we couldn't.
My God, we had fun.
I have to give all of these guys, skates or no skates, credit for getting out there today. I was out there less than 10 minutes, with my warmest gloves and still my fingertips began screaming from freezation. I hurried back to my car and got myself home, to check out the photos. I like these. Every photo I took makes me smile. Crazy kids.
It's all about heart.