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[PDF / Epub] ✅ Bleeding Blue: Giving My All for the Game ⚣ Wendel Clark – Santosangeles.co Bleeding Blue Growing Up in Kelvington Theres no loafing on the farm so theres no loafing in a game As a kid I heard those words from my dad a lot When you grow up on a family farm like I did you lear[PDF / Epub] ✅ Bleeding Blue: Giving My All for the Game ⚣ Wendel Clark – Santosangeles.co Bleeding Blue Growing Up in Kelvington Theres no loafing on the farm so theres no loafing in a game As a kid I heard those words from my dad a lot When you grow up on a family farm like I did you lear Bleeding Blue Growing Up in Kelvington Theres Giving My PDF/EPUB ¿ no loafing on the farm so theres no loafing in a game As a kid I heard those words from my dad a lot When you grow up on a family farm like I did you learn early on that everyone is expected to pull their weight on the Bleeding Blue: PDF/EPUB ² home front Home for us was a grain and cattle farm that covered about a thousand acres when I was born although we later expanded it to nine thousand acres Our farm was in Kelvington a tiny community of nine hundred people roughly kilometres east of Saskatoon You cant get muchsmall town or rural than Kelvington Saskatchewan Blue: Giving My PDF/EPUB ✓ We had everything that any small rural town needs a grain elevator bank post office credit union department store hospital retirement home town hall and like in every small town in Saskatchewan a Chinese restaurant The one we had in Kelvington was called Nings Caf In terms of things to do the selection was a littlelimited We Blue: Giving My All for Epub / were big enough to have a motel and a hotel although the motel was basically just a long strip of property just outside of town The hotel was in town and it had the one bar in Kelvington There was also an auction market a skating rink a curling rink and even a nine hole golf course The golf course was easy to find as it was beside the water tower and the motel Golf in small town Saskatchewan was different than what most people are used to Our course had sand greensoiled Blue: Giving My All for Epub / sand to be exact So when you were on the green you had to make a path in the sand just to putt your ball I golfed on the course often as a kid and my grandfather later brought the first golf cart to Kelvington One of the most exciting moments I can remember was when Kelvington hosted the Saskatchewan sand greens golf championship The tournament was held in different towns each year and when Kelvington got its turn believe me it was a major deal and the whole community came out That wasnt all that hard of course Because we were such a small town everyone knew everyone in Kelvington we all moved in the same circles We only had one public school and one high school so growing up I knew every kid in the surrounding area My dad had been born in Kelvington in the middle of the Great Depression and he spent his early life there As a young man in the s he left town to play junior and minor pro hockey He signed somewhere different every year from Moose Jaw to Saskatoon to Philadelphia to Charlotte Eventually though he headed back to Kelvington in his early twenties to work on the family farm It was good timing since my mom who was from Springside Saskatchewana town about kilometres away that if possible was actually smaller than my hometownhad just moved to Kelvington to teach school They met soon after Dad moved back and it wasnt long before they were married and starting a family It isnt very hard to see where I got my work ethic My parents each in their own way were the people most responsible for shaping me into the man I am today But while my dad taught me a lot of the skills I would need to get to the NHL it was my mom who showed me every day how important it is to get along with everyone and anyone around you Mom made sure we had three suare meals a day Im talking about a hot breakfast lunch and dinner day in and day out Steak and potatoes with plenty of bread and butter was my favourite meal Of course growing up on a cattle farm I had to like that But it helped that my mom was also a heck of a cookI would have eaten anything she put in front of me I would often look in the fridge and complain that there was nothing to eat She could look in the fridge and the next thing you knew thered be three different meals sitting on the table She would be mixing and matching things and everything would be delicious She really could cook up a storm But on a farm nobody does just one thing On top of taking care of all of us day to day my mom was also the one who would run into town for spare parts if something on one of the farm implements broke That allowed Dad and the hired men to keep working away on one of the many jobs that inevitably needed their attention Theres no uestion that the hardest working person on our farm was my mom She was the head chef parts runner and jane of all trades We hired men during the seeding and harvest seasonsthe busiest periods of the year for usto get the jobs done in time One constant was Tim Johnson He was like family to us growing up Tim was with us every year helping out on the farmhe even lived in a little bunkhouse on our property Tim was only ten years older than me He had dropped out of school and started working for my dad at sixteen which made him the cool guy in town because he had some money As a young kid I really liked Tim because he fixed all the things that we broke before my dad got home So depending on what day of the year it was my mom was cooking three meals for anywhere from five to fifteen people And that doesnt even count the snacks we might be having at nine or ten oclock in the evening when we had to work all night or the desserts that we got after most meals You dont grow up on a farm without having good desserts and they were my moms specialty The only bad dessert that she made was Christmas pudding I hate Christmas pudding Growing up I did the usual chores that any farm kid would do On top of our grain farming we also had a cow and calf operation We had two hundred cows that we had to tend to every day As kids my brothers and I had to stand by the gates of the cow pen at feeding time and make sure none of them got out while my dad used the tractor to bring in bales of hay and feed for them It would be minus degrees Celsius outside and we would be standing still little kids guarding the entryway against the massive animals around us Come spring our big job was tree planting In Saskatchewan you created your farmyards by planting trees to mark the border My dads philosophy was that by planting fresh trees every year your yard would always be healthy So as the trees that my grandfather had planted fifty years earlier died off we had to replace them with new saplings to keep the border from thinning out too much We must have planted thousands of trees on our property over the years We had two ways of getting the job done Sometimes we would just dig a big hole and lay the tree in directly by hand Other times we would put the trees into the ground using a potato planter I or one of my brothers would sit on the back of the potato planter while the others towed it around with the tractor and as the planter dug each hole wed drop the new tree into it The days were long but on a farm even kids do whatever it takes to get the job done Harvest time was when things were busiest On the farm if it wasnt raining during the harvest you would be working from am to am for two weeks in a row The hired men would pray for rain just so they could have a break The long hours werent a choice though We had to work uickly to get the crops off the ground because we never knew how long our window of good weather would last So as long as the weather held we would stay out in the fields The only thing that would stop us was the dew The combine didnt work well if there was any moisture in the field so dew on the crops meant the combine wouldnt thrash well And even if the dew settled in it didnt give us much of a breakwed just have to work harder and faster once the crops were dry again At seeding time the schedule was a little different but the days were just as long My dad used to get up at four in the morning and start seeding until the hired men arrived at six At that point Dad would go have a nap and then hed be right back out there working alongside the others Everyone got the same amount of sleep in the end but it meant thatwork got done throughout the day My days werent all that different from those of other farm families My brothers and I were the extra help the family needed to get the jobs done It wasnt pretty or easy but there were some perks We all had parts of the farm that we liked best but everyone knew my favourite thing was to go for a drive As a young kid I looked up to the guys who would drive all the machinery around the farm and seeing them control those powerful machines made me want to do the same I drove a vehicle for the first time when I was six years old We had one of those old Datsun pickup trucks with a five speed stick shift and it was the first car in which I could reach the pedals with my toes Before I was ten I was already driving small farm euipment Once my dad saw that I was comfortable with the smaller vehicles he decided to promote me to the bigger machines One day just after Id turned ten Dad told me that instead of coming home after school I was to pick up our four speed Ford tractor which was being repaired at the John Deere dealership in town It seemed easy enoughthe machine was just a little bigger than our lawn tractor and Id driven that plenty of times The dealership was right near my school in town so to my dad it madesense for me to stop off there and bring the tractor home after school than it did for him to take time off work to head into town and pick it up I followed my dads instructions and after I got out of class instead of catching the bus like I usually did I walked to the dealership grabbed the keys and started driving the tractor home My plan was to head through town and stop off at my grandmas house before continuing on home I didnt realize that my route would take me right past the police station As soon as I rolled by one of the cops came flying out of the parking lot with the lights on He made me pull over and once he heard my story he told me he would move the tractor But when he got behind the wheel the cop saw that there wasto the machine than he thought and he realized he didnt have a clue how to drive it My dad wasnt madit was his idea after all But he also refused to come pick me up Work on the farm still came first So I had to wait by the tractor with the cop until my mom came to collect me the machine and the ticket Id been given for driving underage By the time I hit thirteen I was consistently driving the bigger machines like the tractors combines and swathers It didnt matter whether the engine had five horsepower or five hundred I loved driving it Its easier to experiment like that as a kid in a rural community The population density in Kelvington is next to nothing So when I was behind the wheel of a car a five hundred horsepower tractor with double wheels in the front and the back a grain truck or anything else I had nothing but space around me My parents never stopped me from driving In fact they encouraged it because if I could drive it meant I could work We had that Ford tractor along with a Datsun pickup and a smaller Toyota and often my mom might send me out to deliver meals to the crews in the field She would finish the cooking and set it out and when I got home from school Id hop in one of the little pickup trucks and take the food out to the guys Especially at harvesttime every minute was precious We were all working from dawn until well after sunset so we couldnt afford to have everyone walk back and forth from the fields to get their meals Also our farm was well spread out It crossed lots of roads and was scattered around the town It got to the point where parts of our land were up to twenty four kilometres away from o.

Ur houseyou actually had to drive through town to get from one side of our property to the other Id leave school in the centre of town and walk home then turn around and take the food to the crew cruising along the numbered streets past the school the post office and the grain elevator with KELVINGTON stamped on the side Everyone pitched in we all knew that we had a role to play if we were going to get the job done I was the second of three sons in our family My dad Les and my mom Alma had my older brother Donn in I was born inand then my younger brother Kerry came along in You would think that three brothers growing up together on a farm would mean there were a lot of fights But Donn Kerry and I never scrapped all that much I never fought that much in school either I tried to never fight because if my dad ever found out about me scrapping my punishment at home would be way worse than anywhere else My mom wasnt anylenient She had uit her job as a schoolteacher after I was born but she still knew the other teachers and had plenty of that teacherly discipline to direct at us If I did anything bad at school she would have found out about it real uick In a small town you really cant get away with anything if you do something bad in the morning everybody knows about it by lunchtime So I tried to stay out of trouble That being said Donn Kerry and I still took up a lot of air When I was growing up everything happened outdoors Our house wasnt big enough to play in so we would get kicked out of the house a lot And once we were outside Mom wasnt letting us back in until it was time to eat I cant blame herit was a small farm home too small for three boys to be running around in Also we werent the only animals around We always had family dogsstraight farm dogs that lived outside and were never allowed in the house but when you added them to our mix Im amazed our mom didnt kick us off the property let alone out of the house We had a basement but it wasnt muchthan a cold storage room and the furnace If we were playing in there we might as well have been outside We preferred to be outdoors anyway Donn had his own room but Kerry and I shared a bedroom so for the two of us especially being outside meant that there wasroom for each of us We were also lucky that our closest neighbours were also our cousins Neil Darryl and Rory were my cousins and they were the same ages as me and my brothers Of course when I say they were our closest neighbours they still lived half a kilometre down the road Still having them relatively close by was perfect for a sports crazed kid like me Whether we were playing three on three hockey baseball soccer football or any other team sport the six of us could organize games right there without needing anyone else To this day I hate hearing the words We have nothing to do To an outsider it might have seemed that Kelvington didnt offer much But to the six of us it was our entire world and we couldnt have been happier Still rural Saskatchewan isnt known for a whole heck of a lot The scenery is beautiful the people are kind and the farming is nonstop But one thing it can claim is cold weather As a kid I never gave the cold much thought or found it to be that bad It was just a fact of life I remember playing a hockey game when I was eight years old in Invermay Saskatchewan We were at an indoor rink but even with a roof and four walls around us it was minus degrees on the ice It was just too cold for us to sit on the bench between shifts So the coaches and refs came up with a system where every player who wasnt on the ice went to the dressing room to keep warm Every two minutes the ref would blow his whistle and both teams would change their lines It worked for everyone except the goalies Those poor guys were on the ice the entire time As a young kid Id often play hockey wearing an unusual set of euipment In the winter it would get so cold that we couldnt wear regular hockey gloves There wasnt enough insulation on them so our hands would be frozen in no time Instead we wore regular winter mittens On top of that I would often wear a toue under my helmet and I never went out without long underwear under my euipment Sometimes even that wasnt enough though and Id have to wear my regular pants and underwear under my euipment as well It was as though I was dressed to go out and play in the snow except I had all my hockey gear on too It was the only way we could play And I always wanted to play My brothers and I spent a lot of time shooting the puck around in our yard We didnt have an outdoor rink but we had a goal at the end of our driveway by the sidewalk and that thing saw a lot of action We placed three four by eight sheets of plywood behind the net to stop the puck if we missed It was either that or we would be fishing pucks out of the snowbanks all night long When it was too cold to stay outside I would practise my shot inside the house I would get down on my knees in the kitchen and use a ruler to shoot a marble against the bottom of the kitchen cabinets Our kitchen had one of those old linoleum floors so the marble really took off when I fired it Those cabinets took a bit of a beating And in the summers we would even bring the net to our cottage so that we could keep playing all year round I shot so many pucks into that net over the years I wouldnt ever call it practice because I was having fun the whole time As a kid training and conditioning werent a part of my life Growing up on a farm you dont need to go to a gym to get strong Every chore on the farm was an exercise We never saw it that way of course It was just the usual day to day stuff for us But between the demanding work I did on the farm and all those evenings that I spent alone on the driveway wristing puck after puck into the net I was constantly training in one way or another I tried my hand at things other than sports I played the saxophone in grades four through eight I wasnt too bad but slightly above average at best When I was in grade eight I was already missing a lot of school because I was travelling so much to play hockey It got to the point that my music teacher told me I could keep taking lessons but I couldnt play in the band if I was going to keep taking hockey trips at the same time He said I had to make a choice It was the easiest choice of my life I said See you later band My dad loved to see me out in the yard shooting the puck and he made sure I had sticks and pucks to play with He used to buy sticks by the half dozen for me and my brothers He would bring them home and then hed pull out a torch to heat up the blades and straighten them He didnt believe in a curved stick so when I learned how to play it was with a stick that was as dead straight as Gretzkys I wouldnt start using a curved blade until I got to junior Theres a techniue to a great shot but its also an art I didnt have technology helping mewooden sticks really didnt bend For every shot I took on that driveway with the light fading around me I had to practise positioning my feet controlling my hands and shifting my weight Everything had to be perfect if I was going to be able to shoot the puck hard My dad had all sorts of odd rules and directions for me when I was playing hockey In my early years I played defence but my dad told me I wasnt allowed to ever slap the puck from the point No slap shots only wrist shots I never found out why my dad insisted on that Whenever I asked him why hed just say Youre not going to slap the puck Maybe it came from his time in the junior and pro ranks It was like he had an idea of what real hockey should be like and he wanted to make sure it was the way I played I did what he told me though and it didnt hurt me Even though I only took wrist shots in games I was still scoring all the time At one point our team was winning by so much that our coach put a new rule in place after a player scored three goals he wasnt allowed to rush the puck past the offensive blue line So if I was going to score I had to shoot at the goalie from the far side of the blue line I couldnt even skate into the other teams zone While it made things a little harder I still managed to find a way to score That rule came into place when I was in that six year old league and even back then I could wrist the puck from the blue line and get it over the goalies head At six years old none of the goalies were as tall as the net yet so I was scoring on them bar down from outside the blue line When I was at another teams rink I had parents chirping me all the time because of how I played It never bothered me though because I was playing to win My dad never said anything in response to the other parentspartly because he wasnt the kind of guy to react to noise like that but also because he wasnt usually around to watch me play My dad didnt regularly start watching me play hockey until I was playing junior in Saskatoon He tried his best when I was younger but the fact was that he was just too busy working There was always something to doharvesting crops tending to cattle or ploughing and seeding the land He probably watched me and my brothers play baseball in the summerthan hockey in the winter because our baseball games were on Sundays his one day off It also helped that my dad just loved baseball He would come out watch the ball tournaments from his lawn chair and not have to worry about the farm for a few hours Mom ended up watching mebecause she did most of the driving Sometimes after dropping me off Mom would come into the rink to watch me play or practise But other times she would be in the car taking a nap just so she could stay awake on the drive back to Kelvington My dad had a big influence on me when it came to the philosophy of hockey and my work ethic in general His attitude was straightforward if you played you had to play hard He would ask me If youre going to make the effort to get close to the net why just shoot it Make sure you shoot to score when you get there My dads view of hockey was similar to his view of work in general If youre going to do something do it right And take pride in what you do Good things dont just fall in your lap you have to work for them intensely and consistently and if youre going to put the time in you need to make the payoff worth the effort On the farm that meant long days and nights working to secure the best harvest which would mean a better life for your family And on the ice it meant that if I ever got a chance to shoot the puck I shot to score Everything in a small town in the winter revolves around the skating rink and the curling rink If you needed to find someone you went to the skating rink first and asked around If they werent there you went to the curling rink Usually all the kids would be at the skating rink while the parents would be at the curling rink parents usually hung out at the curling rink because it had a liuor licence so they could get a beer there Although it was a small town Kelvington had a good local hockey rink It was my second home in a lot of ways Although hed uit his hockey career long before I was born my dad had never left hockey behind He ran a lot of the hockey programs in Kelvingtonthere was one for every age group And Dad ran the rink in Kelvington before I was bornBarry Melroses father Jim ran it when I was growing up Years later my dad was part of the group of men who got together to organize the new town arena I remember driving the tractor inside the construction site helping to level the ground for the new rink The town arena was home to one atom team one peewee team one bantam team and one midget team Once those four teams had practised the ice was basically free for anyone who wanted to use it It was a dream come truenearly unlimited ice time only a few minutes from home I made the most of it Once I started skating it was hard to get me to stop I practised skills that my dad or coach had taught me but I.

bleeding pdf blue mobile giving free game kindle Bleeding Blue free Giving My pdf Giving My All for free Blue Giving My pdf Blue Giving My All for book Bleeding Blue Giving My All for the Game PDFEPUBUr houseyou actually had to drive through town to get from one side of our property to the other Id leave school in the centre of town and walk home then turn around and take the food to the crew cruising along the numbered streets past the school the post office and the grain elevator with KELVINGTON stamped on the side Everyone pitched in we all knew that we had a role to play if we were going to get the job done I was the second of three sons in our family My dad Les and my mom Alma had my older brother Donn in I was born inand then my younger brother Kerry came along in You would think that three brothers growing up together on a farm would mean there were a lot of fights But Donn Kerry and I never scrapped all that much I never fought that much in school either I tried to never fight because if my dad ever found out about me scrapping my punishment at home would be way worse than anywhere else My mom wasnt anylenient She had uit her job as a schoolteacher after I was born but she still knew the other teachers and had plenty of that teacherly discipline to direct at us If I did anything bad at school she would have found out about it real uick In a small town you really cant get away with anything if you do something bad in the morning everybody knows about it by lunchtime So I tried to stay out of trouble That being said Donn Kerry and I still took up a lot of air When I was growing up everything happened outdoors Our house wasnt big enough to play in so we would get kicked out of the house a lot And once we were outside Mom wasnt letting us back in until it was time to eat I cant blame herit was a small farm home too small for three boys to be running around in Also we werent the only animals around We always had family dogsstraight farm dogs that lived outside and were never allowed in the house but when you added them to our mix Im amazed our mom didnt kick us off the property let alone out of the house We had a basement but it wasnt muchthan a cold storage room and the furnace If we were playing in there we might as well have been outside We preferred to be outdoors anyway Donn had his own room but Kerry and I shared a bedroom so for the two of us especially being outside meant that there wasroom for each of us We were also lucky that our closest neighbours were also our cousins Neil Darryl and Rory were my cousins and they were the same ages as me and my brothers Of course when I say they were our closest neighbours they still lived half a kilometre down the road Still having them relatively close by was perfect for a sports crazed kid like me Whether we were playing three on three hockey baseball soccer football or any other team sport the six of us could organize games right there without needing anyone else To this day I hate hearing the words We have nothing to do To an outsider it might have seemed that Kelvington didnt offer much But to the six of us it was our entire world and we couldnt have been happier Still rural Saskatchewan isnt known for a whole heck of a lot The scenery is beautiful the people are kind and the farming is nonstop But one thing it can claim is cold weather As a kid I never gave the cold much thought or found it to be that bad It was just a fact of life I remember playing a hockey game when I was eight years old in Invermay Saskatchewan We were at an indoor rink but even with a roof and four walls around us it was minus degrees on the ice It was just too cold for us to sit on the bench between shifts So the coaches and refs came up with a system where every player who wasnt on the ice went to the dressing room to keep warm Every two minutes the ref would blow his whistle and both teams would change their lines It worked for everyone except the goalies Those poor guys were on the ice the entire time As a young kid Id often play hockey wearing an unusual set of euipment In the winter it would get so cold that we couldnt wear regular hockey gloves There wasnt enough insulation on them so our hands would be frozen in no time Instead we wore regular winter mittens On top of that I would often wear a toue under my helmet and I never went out without long underwear under my euipment Sometimes even that wasnt enough though and Id have to wear my regular pants and underwear under my euipment as well It was as though I was dressed to go out and play in the snow except I had all my hockey gear on too It was the only way we could play And I always wanted to play My brothers and I spent a lot of time shooting the puck around in our yard We didnt have an outdoor rink but we had a goal at the end of our driveway by the sidewalk and that thing saw a lot of action We placed three four by eight sheets of plywood behind the net to stop the puck if we missed It was either that or we would be fishing pucks out of the snowbanks all night long When it was too cold to stay outside I would practise my shot inside the house I would get down on my knees in the kitchen and use a ruler to shoot a marble against the bottom of the kitchen cabinets Our kitchen had one of those old linoleum floors so the marble really took off when I fired it Those cabinets took a bit of a beating And in the summers we would even bring the net to our cottage so that we could keep playing all year round I shot so many pucks into that net over the years I wouldnt ever call it practice because I was having fun the whole time As a kid training and conditioning werent a part of my life Growing up on a farm you dont need to go to a gym to get strong Every chore on the farm was an exercise We never saw it that way of course It was just the usual day to day stuff for us But between the demanding work I did on the farm and all those evenings that I spent alone on the driveway wristing puck after puck into the net I was constantly training in one way or another I tried my hand at things other than sports I played the saxophone in grades four through eight I wasnt too bad but slightly above average at best When I was in grade eight I was already missing a lot of school because I was travelling so much to play hockey It got to the point that my music teacher told me I could keep taking lessons but I couldnt play in the band if I was going to keep taking hockey trips at the same time He said I had to make a choice It was the easiest choice of my life I said See you later band My dad loved to see me out in the yard shooting the puck and he made sure I had sticks and pucks to play with He used to buy sticks by the half dozen for me and my brothers He would bring them home and then hed pull out a torch to heat up the blades and straighten them He didnt believe in a curved stick so when I learned how to play it was with a stick that was as dead straight as Gretzkys I wouldnt start using a curved blade until I got to junior Theres a techniue to a great shot but its also an art I didnt have technology helping mewooden sticks really didnt bend For every shot I took on that driveway with the light fading around me I had to practise positioning my feet controlling my hands and shifting my weight Everything had to be perfect if I was going to be able to shoot the puck hard My dad had all sorts of odd rules and directions for me when I was playing hockey In my early years I played defence but my dad told me I wasnt allowed to ever slap the puck from the point No slap shots only wrist shots I never found out why my dad insisted on that Whenever I asked him why hed just say Youre not going to slap the puck Maybe it came from his time in the junior and pro ranks It was like he had an idea of what real hockey should be like and he wanted to make sure it was the way I played I did what he told me though and it didnt hurt me Even though I only took wrist shots in games I was still scoring all the time At one point our team was winning by so much that our coach put a new rule in place after a player scored three goals he wasnt allowed to rush the puck past the offensive blue line So if I was going to score I had to shoot at the goalie from the far side of the blue line I couldnt even skate into the other teams zone While it made things a little harder I still managed to find a way to score That rule came into place when I was in that six year old league and even back then I could wrist the puck from the blue line and get it over the goalies head At six years old none of the goalies were as tall as the net yet so I was scoring on them bar down from outside the blue line When I was at another teams rink I had parents chirping me all the time because of how I played It never bothered me though because I was playing to win My dad never said anything in response to the other parentspartly because he wasnt the kind of guy to react to noise like that but also because he wasnt usually around to watch me play My dad didnt regularly start watching me play hockey until I was playing junior in Saskatoon He tried his best when I was younger but the fact was that he was just too busy working There was always something to doharvesting crops tending to cattle or ploughing and seeding the land He probably watched me and my brothers play baseball in the summerthan hockey in the winter because our baseball games were on Sundays his one day off It also helped that my dad just loved baseball He would come out watch the ball tournaments from his lawn chair and not have to worry about the farm for a few hours Mom ended up watching mebecause she did most of the driving Sometimes after dropping me off Mom would come into the rink to watch me play or practise But other times she would be in the car taking a nap just so she could stay awake on the drive back to Kelvington My dad had a big influence on me when it came to the philosophy of hockey and my work ethic in general His attitude was straightforward if you played you had to play hard He would ask me If youre going to make the effort to get close to the net why just shoot it Make sure you shoot to score when you get there My dads view of hockey was similar to his view of work in general If youre going to do something do it right And take pride in what you do Good things dont just fall in your lap you have to work for them intensely and consistently and if youre going to put the time in you need to make the payoff worth the effort On the farm that meant long days and nights working to secure the best harvest which would mean a better life for your family And on the ice it meant that if I ever got a chance to shoot the puck I shot to score Everything in a small town in the winter revolves around the skating rink and the curling rink If you needed to find someone you went to the skating rink first and asked around If they werent there you went to the curling rink Usually all the kids would be at the skating rink while the parents would be at the curling rink parents usually hung out at the curling rink because it had a liuor licence so they could get a beer there Although it was a small town Kelvington had a good local hockey rink It was my second home in a lot of ways Although hed uit his hockey career long before I was born my dad had never left hockey behind He ran a lot of the hockey programs in Kelvingtonthere was one for every age group And Dad ran the rink in Kelvington before I was bornBarry Melroses father Jim ran it when I was growing up Years later my dad was part of the group of men who got together to organize the new town arena I remember driving the tractor inside the construction site helping to level the ground for the new rink The town arena was home to one atom team one peewee team one bantam team and one midget team Once those four teams had practised the ice was basically free for anyone who wanted to use it It was a dream come truenearly unlimited ice time only a few minutes from home I made the most of it Once I started skating it was hard to get me to stop I practised skills that my dad or coach had taught me but I.

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