High School Hockey Memories

Randy, Me and Mom ('95)

Me ('95)

Besides the obligatory team photo, there just isn’t many photos of me playing hockey growing up. The ones I posted here were both taken around 10th to 11th grade in high school. Take a look at those Easton Air gloves... those babies were highly coveted at the time. Also shown, my Christian composite stick - other prize back in the day.

Our high school hockey program was, to put it delicately, unique. For starters, we didn’t have our own ice rink in town. For that matter, we didn’t even have home ice rink at all. Everyday after school, we all piled into a school bus and drove 20-30 minutes to Mora to use their ice rink. Towards the end of my senior year, we started riding that same school bus to East Bethel instead. Regardless, not exactly fun commuting to practice every damn day. 

To make a long story short, by the time I was midway through my senior year I’d had just about enough. I knew I wasn’t going to play hockey in college and I also felt like I was sacrificing too much of my few remaining glory days on a fruitless labor. So, I quit. If memory serves, I don’t think I was the only one either. Regardless, my high school hockey memories are a bittersweet blur, as are most of my high school memories overall.