Overheard at The Bean: Hockey is the Best
Every team has the kid who scores all the goals, the kid who never gets off the bench, and the kid eating his mouthguard. Sometimes it’s the same kid.
You know it’s minor hockey when the goalie waves at his mom mid-play.
The best part of atom hockey is when both teams skate to the wrong end at once and nobody notices.
My grandson asked if I played hockey growing up. I said yes. He asked if they had ice back then. I said yes, son, we invented it.
Canadians will watch a hockey game in July, in a heatwave, in a bar with no air conditioning, and call it relaxing.
Hockey is the only sport where you can lose three teeth, get a concussion, and the coach asks if you can go back out next shift.
A good hockey fight settles more arguments than the United Nations.
You can take the boy out of hockey. You cannot take the hockey out of the boy.
I’ve watched a 70-year-old man yell at a TV referee for ten straight minutes.
There’s always one old guy at the rink who’s been there since 1962 and knows everyone’s name, every score, and every rumour. Treat him well. He’s the historian.