I’m old enough that I actually remember using an alder for a
hockey stick on frozen ponds and a rock or a piece of ice for a puck when I was
really young. I remember actually stuffing catalogues up inside my pant legs
for shin pads. I still have, hanging in my study, the first pair of new skates
my mom and dad bought me when I was in my early teens. Yes, they are antique. I’m
of the generation that I remember many Saturdays, walking over a mile up the
road and then across fields of snow early in the day, shoveling for hours to
clear the pond, playing hockey with two or three others until it got too dark
to see the puck and then dragging my tired, cold, hungry little body home in
the dark.
I can honestly say that when I was a kid, I loved hockey. I
have many memories of watching Hockey Night in Canada (the theme music is forever
embedded in my subconscious) on Saturday evenings while my mom kept the toasted
tomato sandwiches and cold milk coming (that was one of the key ways she showed
love - by feeding people… worked for me!)
I say all this so that what I say next won’t be
misunderstood. I think hockey is a wonderful sport and sports are a wonderful
thing. But things are not like they used to be. I have watched in recent years
as sports, and it seems hockey in particular in this part of the world, have become
more than sport, a religion almost for many. Is that really possible?
Well, last week I saw a post on someone’s Facebook from a
Canadian Tire site. It read:
“Sport is at the heart
of many families and communities across Canada. It unites us as a family,
as a community, and as a nation.”
Sounds like a pretty religious thing to say if you ask me!
Anything can become an idol and nature abhors a vacuum. It
comes down to values and what you are willing to sacrifice for what, doesn’t
it. So, here’s a question. How many parents in our culture today are sacrificing
their children to the god of hockey?