Mine turn for a Reserve hockey story! I grew up in Northern Sask and we used to make trips out to the rez four times a year and it was terrifying. The drive out there was quiet and nervous - the roads were usually so bad we didn't even know if we'd make it to the game. When we did get there the dressing room was destroyed - some of us would get dressed on the floor, the toilet would be overflown with crap and toilet paper - disgusting. Once the game got started the entire reserve would be there and the intensity was scary for a kid anywhere from 8-14.
Being a goalie I remember about four kids who had climbed the ladder to be the 'goal judge' and spent two periods spitting on me and telling me to 'lick my love pump' (not sure why that phrase stands out).
The ref would wear a cowboy hat and give out penalties for such things as 'being a hero' - a kid dropped his toque on the ice once and jumped down to grab it, the ref punched him in the chops as he climbed back over the board.
During my senior hockey years after a mini line brawl on the ice the crowd ripped up part of the bleachers and threw the wood and some pieces of cinder block onto the ice - one guy even jumped onto the ice to fight someone wearing cowboy boots.
It's really surreal looking back now and some of my most cherished hockey memories.
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