That said, I was curious to get
see what his thoughts were about youth hockey and maybe even get some feedback
on N, but it’s an awkward situation, and I couldn’t work up the nerve to really
approach him. Plus, you can’t ask that sort of question, it’s just too weird. I
just left it at that. One day, however, we were playing on the ice and N was on
a bit of a tear. One of the adult players saw him and commented on how good he
was. Then, after the game, as we were leaving the bench, the hockey pro dad
complimented N on his play, and then asked me if he was my son. I said yes, and
he said, “He’s a great little hockey player.”
Music to my ears... at
least partly. For the record, I never know what to say in these situations,
even though it’s exactly what I like to hear. Usually I just say he loves
hockey. Even though my mind is racing with questions to ask, how do you ask
them without seeming like a nut? Simple, you don’t.
Besides, does it really matter in
the end? No, but that won’t stop me from obsessing over it. One day I might
work up the nerve to talk to this guy, but in the meantime, we’ll just focus on
having fun. I’ll keep my neurosis in my head, were it’s right at home.
Until the next time, thanks for
reading, and thanks to Kingstonist.com for the pic.
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