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There’s hockey mom crazy and then there’s goalie mom crazy. Go to any rink across the US or Canada and you can pick out the goalie mom who is pacing nervously or sitting nervously near the end of the ice. Between periods she’ll migrate from one end of the rink to the other. Depending on how the game’s going for her goalie, she may make small talk with her team’s hockey moms or she may walk by silently.
As her goalie slides across the crease or moves to make a save, she moves with them. When the puck leaves her goalie’s zone, her pulse starts to slow as their team makes their way into the other team’s zone. Her pulse remains steady until the puck pops out into the neutral zone sending her pulse rate up. If the game is close, her pace is safely in the fat burning zone. (Thank you Fitbit!) Not until the handshake line starts, will her nerves start to unwind.
Her job is tough. Her tender could play the game of his or her life, but still walk away with a loss. A loss, which most tenders, will place solely on their own shoulders. On the flipside, her goalie could have an off game and the team could still win.
Goalie is a unique position that takes a unique personality. There aren’t many people, at least sane people, that would volunteer to stand in front of a hard rubber puck moving upwards of 50-70 mph to try and stop it.
As a goalie mom, it is hard to see young goalies, mine included, beat themselves up, but I know the mental difficulties of the position will prepare them to deal with adversity in their lives. For us goalie moms, the Dunkin Donuts coffee, the Ciroc, the Bailey’s, the Goose, the Ketel and our fellow hockey moms help us cope. At least we get an hour of free fat burning courtesy of our goalie’s hockey game!
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Photo Credit for action shots to Pam Huss (awesome FL Bulldogs hockey mom), Pat Cash and myself.