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All but done with donut(s) |
I posted one entry in 2015, a clear sign that other endeavours
have wooed me away from writing about hockey (and donuts).
Oh, I have many other stories I’d like to tell here, but
it’s time to say an official “see you later” with one more Top Twelve
collection—this one focused on the activities, people and places that, in the
last year or so, have provided relief, gratitude and even joyfulness as way to
combat my often irrational fear and anxiety.
Reading
Montreal, QC
I didn’t skate on
Puckbite’s backyard rink. Way too
cold. But, the Habs-loving, late-blooming hockey player and yours truly enjoyed
lunch and a long philosophical discussion
about hockey and the arts.
My wife and I visited several
familiar
places and a new donut establishment, in
La Petite-Italie. Our Russian
cabbie, a friendly historian who knows his way around town, delivered us to
Le Trou de Beigne, where we bought
these donuts,
some of which we shared with the doorman at our hotel, some of which we ate,
and a lot of which we had to sacrifice for art’s sake.
North Carolina
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Getting Silly with "Stormy" |
Another wonderful friend, much like Puckbite, lives in
Charlotte. Hockey isn’t such a big deal there, so we drove north.
In Raleigh, college football outranks professional hockey, but
the PNC Arena is a fantastic venue to watch a Hurricanes game. Even though the Dallas
Stars beat the home team, we still enjoyed affordable seats near the player’s
bench, the
“Two in
the Box” video segment and pulled pork.
In Durham, the hot spot is
Monuts Donuts. Unique donut and coffee
options contribute to the flair of this tavern that, of course, serves Sierra
Nevada Tropical IPA and Irish Coffee.
Ireland
The Nutella-covered cronut at
Krust Bakery was the best tasting donut
in Dublin. The Boston Cream at
The
Natural Bakery in Donnybrook made me feel at home.
Bostonians beware: I saw lots of people sporting NY Yankees
caps and not a single Dubliner wearing Red Sox merchandise.
I didn’t see a Celtics, Bruins or Sox fan in Galway either,
but that’s not something I worried about while savoring the porridge at the
House Hotel—in the heart of the
Latin Quarter.
¡QuĂ© bueno!
Dave Gosher and Bob
Beers
Gosher
calls such a great Bruins game on the radio that sometimes my wife and I turn
off the TV’s sound. Three weeks ago on the Sports Hub 98.5 hockey show, Beers
said it’s unrealistic to expect the Bruins to be perfect every game. Every NHL
team goes through ups and downs. This kind of broadcasting is refreshing and
supports my efforts to tap into gratitude, dare I say love.
Patrice Bergeron and
Brad Marchand
I love these guys. How blessed are we here in Boston to have
this duo on the same line and same penalty killing unit? Definitely an odd pairing,
but what’s not to love as they demonstrate their mutual affection in this
Valentine’s
Day video? The only thing missing is a love song.
Nashville, TN
Some Nashville hockey fans may be tired of Tim McGraw’s
“I like it, I love it”
after every goal the Predators score, but my wife and I heard it five times as
the hometown team defeated the St. Louis Blues. I couldn’t get enough of it.
My afternoon at the
Country Music Hall of Fame
rivaled the hockey game for entertainment value. The Keith Urban exhibit, which
includes an autographed Quebec Nordiques T-shirt, and chatting with a visitor
from Toronto in front of the cowboy music displays, made me happy.
My wife took a poolside photograph of a “100 Layer Donut” from
Five Daughters Bakery as I
listened to a Garth Brooks tune streaming from our hotel’s speakers.
West Point, NY
Getting to re-connect with a relative who plays for the
Black Knights was extra special.
Even if you’re not a hockey fan, West Point is a beautiful
place to visit. I didn’t see a donut dispenser on campus, but you’ll find
outstanding soda bread and cider donuts a few miles up the road, at
Jones Farm.
Writing
The AMHL
“You still got it,”
Donut Boy told me while I, in my street clothes, shot the puck into the net. He
was skating after the game, as he always does, and I wasn’t— but that didn’t matter.
His compliment lifted my spirits.
I’ve had so much
fun playing hockey with Donut Boy and all the other men and women that make the
AMHL so special. As I
re-read some of the stories I’ve written (and had forgotten about), I’m so
glad to have been part of the league, as a player and writer, and for friends
like Donut Boy.
Exercise
I haven’t skated since last fall but planks and long walks,
in the cities we’ve visited and here at home in Maynard, have become my
friends.
Less Pain
My
groin
and hip pain has decreased in frequency, intensity and duration. I’m not
cured of it and there are flare-ups. But, thanks to my wife, exercise, pelvic
floor therapy, my chiropractor, playing the guitar, prayer, music, meditation, my
psychologist and countless others who care about me, I remain gratefully yours.
See you on
LinkedIn,
email, the golf course, the rink…maybe someday here on this site again, or wherever
our paths may cross again.
Update:
21 March 2017
You can now read my
new blog, stories I tell about learning Spanish--in particular about pronunciation.