The sport of hockey is powerful.  I have never been able to find another activity that so perfectly blends the physical with the mental, the instinctual with the planned and practiced. It is art and violence and poetry and fury, all…

The sport of hockey is powerful.  I have never been able to find another activity that so perfectly blends the physical with the mental, the instinctual with the planned and practiced. It is art and violence and poetry and fury, all…
“Is it February 2011 yet?” Such was the general sentiment as we begrudgingly made our way back to ‘real life’ late Saturday afternoon after playing our last game (and drinking our last Labatt’s) at the first annual New England Pond…
Just a quick note to let you know about a really cool event that’s coming to the Lakes Region of New Hampshire. Hundreds of hockey players and fans will converge on tiny and picturesque Meredith Bay, NH for the first…
The term “tools of ignorance” is generally applied to the equipment that baseball catchers wear. Coined by Muddy Ruel, a major-league catcher in the 1920’s, it loosely implies that smart folks would never don such gear and play such a…
Ah, the January Saturday. In my short time as a rinkbuilder, I’ve come to love the January Saturday. The coffee is always better, the toddler wake up call somewhat welcomed, on a January Saturday. It is the only day of…