There is something about having an entire hockey rink to ourself..
Standing there
Smelling that fresh cool smell of the ice
Its the greatest smell on earth
Closing my eyes
Its bring me back to my childhood
25cent hockey cards with bubble gum
Falling asleep listening to Dick Irvin, Jr. on Hockey Night in Canada
Walking the hamster tunnels with my dad going to Leafs games at the Joe
Or in my college days when I worked at a hockey rink
Walking up the rink at 3am just to shoot the puck around in the dark, alone
Alone with just a net, my hockey glove, my stick, a puck, and my dreams
And my greatest hockey memory, walking along the glass to get to our gold seats at Maple Leaf Gardens on a Saturday night, again with my dad.. Thanks old fart.
The smell of a resurfaced sheet of ice and feeling you get when you first step out on that ice..
Its apart of me..
I love this game..