My first memory of hockey was my mom dressing me in a ton of gear in a stinky locker room, pushing me out on the cold ice, me repeatedly falling down and not able to get up and finally crying cold tears. It wasn't easy but there was something fun about it.
Fast forward, 7 years and I now can't get enough it. I like the pace of hockey, energy of the rink and cool teammates. I am not the best skater but I like the feeling of stopping pucks. I am not crazy, just different and I am a Polar Caps goalie.
Just a bit crazy with an impressive butterfly!