There was a dust up in the corner exit where the other high school team was exiting the ice. The two hockey teams converged at the corner where several players – with skates on – were engaged in shoving matches with high school fans who had jumped down from the stands into the floor surrounding the rink.
As I fought my way through to the glass I could see the two combatants – both friends of mine. One, a wild kid on the other team with whom I had played a couple years earlier and our team trainer – my friend Dave who just happened to be the Center for our football team. He in regular footwear – the other in skates but with a hockey stick as an equalizer.
As the opposing high school student body teemed from the stands in droves I could see two dads – both 6’4″- grabbing kids and pushing them away from each. One a father of a kid on our team………and the other a father on the other team…….who just happened to be my coach the year before. He was the best hockey coach I ever had. His name was Sam Johnston. His son and I were on the ice wide-eyed and bewildered to what had just happened…..two former line mates now on either side of a crazy brawl.
The next day the team was summoned to the Principal’s office – or should I say ‘boardroom’ – where we were read the ‘riot act’ – and told that we were lucky to have a ‘next’ game – and that no students would be allowed at the game. And despite my protestations that ‘I knew the other player and he once stared a post-game brawl in after another game we were told that it would be “parents only”.
So I remember the next game in a 1,500 seat arena – the size of our local Sungod Arena – hearing my dad clap as I scored a goal. Previously when a goal was scored the place went 3/4’s nuts (their side) and a 1/4 nuts (our side)
If you ever want to understand what they mean when they say they are ‘going to the show’ – ie; called up to play in the NHL – never underestimate that it truly is an entertainment endeavor. The actual game is only half the show!
Yes – I loved to hear my dad clapping – but it just wasn’t the same as the big celebrations that occurred when you scored and made a big hit.
Today, at Camden Yards in a game between the Baltimore Orioles and the Chicago White Sox, there will be no fans allowed due to the ongoing riots and civil unrest in Baltimore.
http://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2015/04/an-empty-stadium-in-baltimore/391736/
And not even my dad will be there.