When I was new to the sport of youth ice hockey, a well-intentioned hockey dad told me, “Don’t buy big when it comes to skates. Buy the best stick.” A $200 starter stick? Gulp! Thank goodness that didn’t prove to be true. An inexpensive stick won’t cheat your child out of her goals. When you’re just starting out, bad advice can spin you in all the wrong directions. I teamed up with veteran Camillus, N.Y. hockey mom Caroline Stanistreet to help set the record straight with our list of Top 10 Youth Hockey Myths.
Myth 10. Hope you don’t require much sleep, because early ice times are inescapable.
Fact: There’s some truth to this myth, but only when your athlete is very young, or in a tournament. Things get better with age, and especially if you play in an area with adequate sheets of ice.
Myth 9. Youth hockey requires costly equipment. You should expect a huge upfront financial commitment.
Fact: Like many sports, some equipment is required to play youth hockey. And new equipment is often expensive. But new equipment is not a prerequisite to success. In fact, gently worn hand-me-down equipment is always available from other parents or your local Play-It-Again Sports (or equivalent), and most teams participate in a handful of fundraisers throughout the season to defray ongoing costs. It all makes a difference! For those at the very preliminary stages of evaluating this sport, USA Hockey even provides opportunity for you to try it for free!
Myth 8. Prepare to clear your calendar, because you’ll have no time for anything else six months out of the year.
Fact: It’s really not that bad. And you’ll likely be hanging out with your friends (or making new ones!) Truth is, youth hockey typically requires a couple of weeknight practices and a few hours on weekends. But if your kid loves hockey, is there really anything else he or she would rather be doing (or you would rather have them doing)?
Myth 7. Invest in some industrial-grade nose plugs, because the stank of sweaty gear is out of this world.
Fact: OK, turns out this is true. BUT, with an Odor Gladiator in your athlete’s hockey bag and a rigorous routine of air drying (and periodically cleaning) equipment after every session on the ice, you can sink the stink.
Fact: Most parents are fantastic, and we’ve built some lasting friendships while investing time at the rink. Sure, there will always be that one dad who berates his child while he’s playing (and that one mom who thinks her progeny is the only child on the team). But that’s true for baseball, soccer and lacrosse, too.
Myth 5. Brrr…! All rinks are icy cold.
Fact: Well, it is ice hockey, and sitting besides a sheet of ice is bound to be cold. But most rinks have a warm concession area, video games for the kids and occasionally a decent pro shop for parents to shake off those shivers during downtime. On the positive side, you’ll never suffer a sudden deluge while rink side. Nor will you risk sunburn, bug bites or other environmental nastiness common in outdoor arenas.
Myth 4. Youth ice hockey is plagued with serious injuries.
Fact: Thanks to improved equipment (notably, helmets), there are fewer injuries today than in the past. Both parents and officiating bodies are focused on initiatives related to concussion prevention and identification, and safe behaviors on the ice. Nevertheless, youth players still occasionally encounter the larger skater who’s at the peak of his growth spurt and decides to deliver an illegal check from behind. That behavior is intolerable. Your coaching staff’s instructions on proper checking combined with your child’s ability to listen, learn and practice such techniques reduce the likelihood of serious injuries arising on the ice.
Myth 3. It’s important for my kid to score rather than skate.
Fact: While everyone likes to see their child score, well rounded skaters (and their parents) focus also on developing shooting, stick handling and skating skills. And while scoring is an important part of the game, so is providing an assist. And good sportsmanship. Remind your hockey player not to be a puck hog, especially as assists add points to player statistics.
Myth 2. The parent sitting next to me is still my best friend, even after my kid scored three goals and her kid scored none.
Fact: Well, maybe not this evening. But we’ll be best friends again tomorrow, I’m sure. Truth is, at this age our young athlete’s performance is often inconsistent. And tomorrow my kid might not play so well, and hers might be a star. Meanwhile, parents can take a page out of USA Hockey’s playbook and relax, it’s just a game.
Fact: Ah, statistically speaking, probably not. And that’s OK. Let’s face it, becoming a pro in this or any other sport is an extraordinary occurrence, and while it might be aspired to it really shouldn’t be the primary goal of parents, particularly when there are so many intermediate benefits that the sport provides youth athletes. More generally, however, parental encouragement of their athlete’s hockey passion is welcome. Kids who love the sport should be encouraged to play in high school, and later, perhaps, in college. And who knows…maybe someday, your child will skate with the pros!
Heard a good hockey myth? We’d love to hear them! After all, bad advice can cost you plenty, but good advice is more valuable than a tournament hat trick.
The First 40 Hours
So if any of you are into box lacrosse, you may know of the Aleš Hřebeský Memorial Tournament that’s played in the Czech Republic every year. It’s in a little town right outside Prague called Radotin, and both the town and tournament are amazing in so many ways. You owe it to yourself to visit this event at least once in your life as a player or spectator. Seriously.
I play on a team called the Boston Megamen and have been sponsored by Odor Gladiator for this tournament for the last three years. If an Odor Gladiator can make a stinky Czech locker room smell fresh, imagine what it can do for your lacrosse or hockey bag!
Getting there is half the fun. This year’s journey to the Czech Republic started on Monday evening in Philadelphia. I connected through Brussels and then landed in Berlin. I thought I was in for a pleasant flight, but ended up next to an angry lady who decided to kick and lean on me the entire seven hour flight. Nothing a quick poke check wouldn’t have resolved, but sometimes you’ve just got to grin and bear it.
After landing in Brussels, I played hide-and-seek with my newly relocated Berlin departure gate before getting back in the air. No angry woman for this segment, and as a bonus I got to try a waffle snack that was breathtaking (US Airways, take notes, please). Perhaps I was simply ravenous…and hallucinogenic…from being up for over 24 hours. I’m not certain, but I always will recall fondly my magic waffle.
Once safely on the ground in Berlin, I hooked up with some of my teammates, most of whom had arrived a few days earlier to enjoy the sights and sounds of Berlin. We overloaded our gear into a rented and underpowered van, and launched straight to Prague as the tournament was right around the calendar corner. And did I mention we took the popular Autobahn to get there?
Packed like sardines, we handed our fate over to our team captain as we swayed down the German highway at bug-splattering speed in our soup can on wheels. I’m not exactly certain how kilometers convert to miles, but I think it’s safe to say we were traveling 375 miles per hour or so. Maybe faster.
A short time later, we arrived at the arena and met up with the rest of our team. This was my fourth time at this event, so I already knew what was on the bill for the evening: a late night in the city at a popular night club. What happens in Vegas may stay in Vegas, but Prague, well, that’s a different story. Through the course of the night, I witnessed one of our new guys express his affection to a few parked cars and an ice cream chest at a street meat stand. One of our transition players also did his best gargoyle impersonation on a ledge affixed to the side of an extremely old building. And two other teammates attempted to wrestle two bartenders. Had it continued, I’d have put money on the bartenders. Those two girls looked strong. Hey, I never said we were nocturnal role models.
We rolled back into the hotel parking lot at 3:45 AM Czech time, which made it 9:45 PM Philly time, which meant I’d been awake for 40 hours. I eagerly pressed my face into my pillow after navigating a ridiculously small spiral staircase in the dark. With eyes closed, I wondered if the ice cream chest would miss our big defender and how much money I might have won had the co-ed wrestling match continued. The last thought that trickled through my head before unconsciousness is “lacrosse… sometime in the next few hours….” Lights out.
Czech the Box
So it’s the day of our first game, well…first games. Since there are 22 teams from something like 13 countries playing, they jam a lot of lax in. Our seeding games are two 15-minute running-clock halves. First on the docket is Scotland and we handle them pretty well. Scotland’s team is a whole lot better than last year and if this is a sign of things to come, then we might have our hands full in the semi’s. A few hours later we play the number two team in the Czech Republic. We squeak out the W by one goal.
With the group play now out of the way we can spend some time regrouping and focusing on the playoffs. The next day we face England and finish them off with an uncharacteristic victory. Our offense is struggling a bit to find their mojo, but is still finding the net. Boy, we really are getting a bunch of odd penalties though.
Games wrap and apparently it’s time to go out on the town again tonight, but not into the city. Instead, we head a the local bar called Club Klondike, I think. It was rapidly renamed to the Chinese Disco because it was in fact some sort of disco house and it was behind a Chinese food restaurant. So we’re jamming out in an empty Chinese Disco house. It has a small stage with a big brass pole, so naturally we expect this night to get real interesting real quick. Unfortunately the pole was only being used by big hairy English lacrosse players since the team from England was late to join us. After some broken glass, real intense Foosball, darts, and a few empty bottles of whiskey, we all call in a night and head back to our hotel.
It’s day two, and we’re back at it again playing a Canadian team this time; it’s nice to see our offense find their stride in the victory. It’s also fair to mention the brand new spider monkey check that PJ Martin landed on the guy he was covering. We call it the spider monkey check because PJ is about six inches shorter than his man and the moves he needed to strip the ball from behind on this guy resembled a crazy little monkey. Next up is a different Canadian team. If we win this game then we’re in the finals. **Finally** we’re into the games that get real serious. The games are now three stop-time 12 minute periods. Both teams struggle to finish as the Gaels from Canada find a win.
In an ironic twist, we head to our final game of the tourney playing the host Czech team. It’s ironic because we played this particular team in the last two championship games. This would be the rubber match if it were the game for the cup, but instead we’re both playing for third place. We drop this game too, but honestly we didn’t have anything left in us for a win. We lost three players in the prior game due to injuries, and another two in the first four minutes of this game, leaving us with a total of three subs on the bench, none of which were defenders. We were picked clean and emotionally drained. That was it, no more lax for us this week.
This is the fourth year I’ve been to this tourney and it’s always a good time. While I am sporting two torn/repaired Achilles tendons and can’t run, I was still able to at least serve penalties and drink fresh Czech beer for the team. Every army needs a little drummer boy right? I served a bunch of “too many men” penalties and a well-earned “your goalie kicked that guy while he was on the ground” penalty. At the end of the tourney we read the stats of each team and found that we were two minutes away from doubling up the next closest team that had 88 minutes themselves. It was then obvious that we certainly had the attention of the zebras. I vividly remember one of the reasons I took a ”too many men” trip to the box; neither team had a man in the box and we were sending our 5th man out on offense. Did you follow that? We had FOUR men on the floor. Just like that, we go man down. It was frustrating to say the least.
I think the highlight of the trip for me was taking part in the hand making of my own one handed Czech-style lacrosse stick. It’s modeled after the early native North American sticks, it has a closed loop head versus the standard crook/cross style woodie we’re all used too, and it’s about 24 inches long. It’s super cool and surprisingly easy to use.
On the tail end of our adventure, we once again jam into the tiny clown car (“the Jumpy”) and head back to Berlin. Some of us stay there for a few days and others just fly right home. The entire team takes a financial hit by purchasing our own airfare, tourney fees, and hotel costs but it’s all worth it. We got help again this year from Mike at Odor Gladiator and PJ from Uncommon Fit. These two guys have supported us for a few years now and certainly deserve recognition. The Boston Megamen thank you two for your continued support.
In the end, I can tell you this about the Aleš Hřebeský Memorial Tournament: It’s unquestionably changed… my…life. If you had told me prior to learning about the tourney that I would travel the world the way I do now, I would have laughed at you. Yet out of the tragedy that was the loss of a young lacrosse player’s life in 1993 blossoms the discovery of new friends, experiences, and life drawn from all over the world. I think Aleš would be proud of his community and what his memory has done to both grow and unite the international lacrosse community.
As you can probably tell, I think the Aleš Hřebeský Memorial Tournament is easily the best box lacrosse tournament in the world. If you treasure lacrosse the way I do, you owe it to yourself to travel to Radotin in 2015, whether as a player, spectator or both!
In the world of professional lacrosse, there are few guarantees. Teams fold, rosters change, and injuries plague players unexpectedly. However, for Toronto Rock’s goaltender, Nick Rose, there is one constant that keeps him in the game: his love for the sport. While life as a lacrosse professional may not be easy or lucrative (there are no NFL salaries here), Nick shares what it is about lacrosse that has him hooked.
He’s good at it (what’s not to love about that?)
On the field since age six, it’s safe to say that Nick has mastered the sport after almost 20 years of experience. He didn’t, however, gravitate toward a position in goal since day one. Like Tye, he was in tears at the thought of having to play goalie. Soon enough, though, he discovered his talent and hasn’t left the net since.
He gets to be a “Rock” year-round
When his National Lacrosse League season with the Toronto Rock ends, Nick will play for the Oakville Rock in the MSL. They’ll play 20 regular season games throughout the summer and begin playoffs in August, when teams compete for the coveted Mann Cup.
“Summer lacrosse is more old-school lacrosse,” says Nick. “It’s more physical and it’s really competitive because the Mann Cup is the best trophy to win in all of lacrosse.”
He gets to explore new places
Drafted by the Boston Blazers at age 20, Nick played for the team for 3 seasons before it folded. He then played for Calgary for half a season before he was traded to Toronto, where he is now in his third season.
“When I saw Boston come in the NLL, I wanted to get there because I had heard such great things about the city. Living in Calgary, though brief, was a great experience too.” says Nick.
He lives near his family (yes, this can be a good thing)
“Toronto is also home for me, because my hometown of Orangeville is only an hour north of the city. I love playing here because I’m near my family and my teammates are guys I know and am good friends with. Also, the travel’s easy.”
Game days include naps
“On game days, we have morning shooter rounds and then eat lunch together as a team. Then we gear up for the game with a nap.”
He has fans!
“Among the NLL teams, I’d say we’re in the top 4 or 5 as far as fan bases go. A lot of people come to the games, and hopefully we can gain even more traction and start to sell more tickets as lacrosse becomes more popular. About 10 years ago, games used to sell out. There were 12-14,000 people at most games. It’d be great if we could get back to that.”
He’s surrounded by like-minded lacrosse lovers
“Even though a lot of us are always nursing some injury and we don’t make a ton of money playing, we all play for the love of the game. It’s amazing what so many of us are willing to play through. We’ve all known each other forever and feel fortunate to be able to be playing a sport that we love.”