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Are You a Hockey FOM?

Ha’ke fom


a woman who transcends normal hockey mom-dom, a mother and a fan

In honor of my daughter’s squirt seaon, I am once again reminded of the obligation, dedication, utter insanity and sacrifice it takes to get through a travel hockey season. See if you recognize yourself, as I do, from the sign below:

-You haul around “rink clothes” (hoodies, boots and jeans) in the back of your car, even in 115 degree heat

-Your child doesn’t have a name anymore, you refer to them by position “my goalie”

-As is turns out, YOU don’t have a name anymore either…you are the “goalie’s mom”

-Free time is the hour the team is on the ice practicing

-A missing person’s report has been filed by one or more of your non-hockey friends during the months of August thru March

-You have formed immunities to frostbite, equipment odor and locker room bathroom humor

-You are always broke

-Ushers and security personnel at the arena know you by first name

-You have the ability to tape a stick, buckle a pad and carry on a conversation with the coach, simultaneously

-The year is blocked out in 2 distinct seasons, “hockey season” and “pre-season”

-You planned your wedding and honeymooon around tournaments

-About 1/3 of your wardrobe has some sort of a mascot on it

-You may not have driven the zamboni..but you have ridden around on one!

-Date night is at the concession stand at the rink

-You’ve received a HAND ADDRESSED holiday card from the minor league team in town

-Stanley Cup Finals rank as a national holiday in your household (although your boss doesn’t seem to think so)

I could go on and on but hey the season is young (and long) so I will save some for next time.

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