Growing a Up Goalie, and with a naturally analytical mind, the day my dad explained to me what save percentage and goals against average was, I was obsessed with stat-taking. It was exciting to see the averages and gave me a way to compete against my biggest opponent…myself. I recall during practices I would count the number of shots taken and goals given up, then go home and punch the numbers into an excel sheet to track throughout the season. The weird habit has stuck with me today, as men’s league

The most invigorating, yet uncomfortable feeling in the world is the icy breath of wind that sneaks, with a devilish purpose, through four in a half layers of winter clothes, to flash freeze your spine. Growing up in central Maine during the winter, and born the son of a hockey loving father, 6:00 A.M. icy wind gusts were just a part of growing up. Every weekend, Dad would wake me up at an ungodly hour, toast raisin bread in the oven (he’d add the butter before turning on the toaster