It’s that time of year again. The days are getting shorter. The nights, longer. A cool breeze drifts in to refresh a weary soul that has been melted by the clutches of summer. Fall is upon is and that means one thing. Beer league hockey is here.
For the uneducated. Beer league hockey is like no other. It is a concoction of unathletic souls joined by those thriving to live out their glory days while the body allows. Late nights, worthless fights, and over the top mascots. Much like the beloved Trashers, inanimate objects become mainstays in the beer league hockey world and take on a life of their own.
You will hear your friends that skate talking as if they are making their way to the Stanley Cup, ready to lace their skates for a game seven tilt at the local barn. Really, it’s just Ked lifting an empty beer keg over his head. We are a simple folk, but dammit we have fun.
It’s the late night puck drops that will forge lasting bonds between strangers wearing thrown together uniforms. Unless you take it seriously as most do. Grab your sponsors while you still can and pinch every penny on jerseys in hopes that everyone pays their league fees on time. One last thing, it’s been said once and will be said 1,000 times. We all have to go to work the next day. Don’t be a plug and throw hands. Unless it’s truly warranted. Then enjoy the fresh suspension.
Beer league is here boys and girls. It’s a great day to have a day. Stay safe out there.
The Morning Skate 