I played pond hockey at Strawbery Banke two nights ago. It reminded me how beautiful and dangerous the game is. The game attire some of these guys sported was noteworthy. Two players wore bike helmets, one player wore a pair of black lined overalls. How is any skating stride retention even possible in overalls? They were just doing it, hockey playing. Some guys could barely skate yet one step after another they hammered the throttle as if they sensed their unstoppable freight trains were nearing the dead end of the track.
You reader are interested in the vision I have for the game. Well its about embodied strength in the face of uncertainty, a fearlessness is what hockey demands and requires. My vision reorients the game and takes the heart of it back and through to a whole other level.