Well, it is that time of year again. The leaves and the temps have fallen. The pumpkins have landed in the trash and the Halloween candy has been eaten, either by the kids or the dogs. It isn't quite time to plan the Thanksgiving Day menu, but time to figure out who is going to host the celebrations. Yes, it is tryout week at the Smith house.
Like families around the world, we have gone through the preperations - sharpened the skates, new mouthguards. The fridge is filled with water, milk, juice. lunchables and Gatorade, PopTarts, Frozen Waffles and Power Bars fill the cupboards. At least we won't go hungry.
Parents are once again sidelined. We can offer support and love, but it is the kids who have to do the work. The first day is filled iwth skating drills. We don't get a lot of feedback - mostly grunts and groans. The list is posted the next morning telling the kids which session they should attend. hat is when the analyis begins. What does it mean if you are in that group? Why aren't those kids scheduled to play? Is that bad or good.
The week drags on. Kids nad parents alike are tired, just waiting for the week to be over. There is the obligatory injured player. Rumors abound - he broke his nose, he had to get 20 stitches, but the kid in question shows up for tryouts the next day with a band aid as his badge of honor.
Once the final cuts are made there will be some suprises both good and bad and some total shockers.
The coaches words echo thoughout the rink. What seems like life and death today, really will only be about a 3 on a scale of ten when you look back on this in ten years. In another couple of weeks we will be at the rink, cheering on the team. Once again we are reminded that is really is just a game.
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