A Peewee, a Plymouth, and a Tired Pops
I was 12, a Peewee hockey player on the A team. Honestly, though, I sat the bench a lot that year. I was one of the younger kids. We didn’t have enough players for a B team, otherwise I would have been on it. It’s not that I was a terrible player. It’s just that […]
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