Hockey!!

Tonight is the end of Jake's second year of hockey and what a year it has been.   From power skating and practices, to tournaments away, it has been a wild ride.

Too many times it is forgotten the many volunteers make each year of hockey possible.  Many times we don't agree with the decisions made, but in the end it was done with the kids best interests at heart.

Jake has been blessed with an amazing group of coaches this year who have helped him develop into the player he has become.  Not only did they teach Jake how to improve on his hockey skills, they took Cole under their wings and made him feel apart of the team as the GM.  A title they bestowed upon him that he took great pride in.

So to those coaches, Scott, Cory, Mike, Dean, and Shawn, a great big thanks!

Below is a poem I wrote for all Moms, Dads, Brothers, Sisters and fellow family members who enjoyed the Bruins season this year!

Thanks to you Coach

Twas the night before hockey, when all through the house
Not a coach was a sleepin’ “Come to bed!” yelled the spouse.
The equipment was ready and lines all but set,
In hopes that the win would be a sure bet.

The players were sleeping with jerseys all packed
With visions of goals that soon would be racked.
And Hockey Moms asleep for the early morn’ rise
With cow bells and t-shirts to win the big prize.

When the alarm went off a yawn could be heard
As the players arose ready to be chauffeured.
Down to the table for a warm filling meal
With hopes that it would give them energy for the steal.

Into the car with a freshly taped stick
Thinking of plays that will make them score quick.
Arriving with teammates ready to play
“Go Bruins” is what they all say.

Onto the ice skates gliding with speed
Period one begins with hopes of a win guaranteed
Passing and shooting the puck down the ice
Goals are aplenty with the opponent scoring thrice.

Third period comes with hopes still up high
With the puck going into the net, yahoo bulls-eye!
As players work hard two goals come some more
Knowing that overtime will come with no score.

Overtime comes with tension thick in the air
Knowing a goal means a medal to wear.
With a shot on the net the screams could be heard
A goal has been scored!!!   A win was concurred!!

A season of fun, of laughing and learning
It is too bad that the year is a-turning.
We have wins under our belt, and goals have been scored
All from the hard work of a coach who’s adored!