Hockey Dad (30 page)

Mike is all business as he sorts through his Panini hockey sticker collector book. A serious young man doing a
serious job, and why wouldn't he be? It runs in the family.

Shawn takes a break from Mike's Tyke A provincial lacrosse championship weekend to get his picture taken
alongside his obsession at the time - a Harley Davidson motorcycle. Mike looks on.

Mike (got something in your eye, kid?), Cindy and Shawn pose for a Christmas day photo with Nana and Pops,
my Mom and Dad. Note my Dad's ever-present tie and my wheelchair-bound Mom's festive green paper crown.

Shawn, and his Teddy, and Mike take a little break from their hockey-card collecting in Mom and Dad's bed.
Mike is wearing the classic Sudbury Wolves' blue sweater.

Captain Mike's individual
photo from his Whitby Select 7
season, the year Wojtek Wolski
made him cry.

Mike and his glasses - not the
ones he wore under his cage
–
as
a member of the AAA novice rep
team.

Mike (middle row, second from
right) and me (top row, far right) at the
Pickering Hockey Association
five
-year-old
hockey school.

Mike is resplendent in his Montreal
uniform, his homage to Patrick Roy and
Stephane Richer.

Above: Shawn (front and centre) and me
(red track suit and hat), at the Oshawa
CYO
five
-year-old hockey school.

Shawn in his
first
year of six-year-old house league, which required me
camping out for two nights to get him
registered.

Work buddies Steve Dryden (right) and Bob Amesse (left) play some basement ball hockey with Mike and me.

Shawn, with his painted face, Mike and I celebrate a provincial lacrosse championship. Lacrosse is a great game.

Shawn, as a paperweight house-league lacrosse player and Mike, as
a novice house-league player.