How I Became a Goalie

This is kind of a preface to the next game post, which is way overdue, but oh well. It’ll be posted soon!

When I moved back from Columbus in 2001, I looked for a specific coach who, back in 1995 when I first joined the Tigers and learned how to skate, worked with our then goalie. During my tenure with the Tigers at the time, we only played one game — a scrimmage against 14-year-old boys; don’t ask me what the outcome was — I honestly don’t remember. Anyway, I found him coaching his own team, and he invited me to a practice, after which he told me everything I was doing was wrong.

Well, no one ever taught me how to play in net! I mean, when I played club at Ohio State it was because no one else wanted to do it — I was originally a right winger! I was the goalie for the second half of the ’99 - ’00 season and the first half of the ’00 - ’01 season and started with the club’s equipment, which of course didn’t fit. (I used credit cards to gradually purchase equipment that did fit.) We didn’t have a goalie coach, and our coaches knew very little about coaching goalies. I was simply told to place my body in front of the puck. I ended up quitting due to severe depression; I mean, even my pdoc in Columbus was afraid I wouldn’t graduate! That’s how bad it was! I had to make my studies a priority.

So anyway, that coach asked me a series of questions, and I guess I answered them wrong — I may have said something about how I preferred to score goals or something. That’s when he decided, and these were his very words, that I didn’t deserve to be a goalie.

After that conversation I didn’t put on a pair of skates again until February of 2006 (see “Skate”); not necessarily because of his remark, well, partially, but mainly because of an even more severe depression — one from which I still suffer, and is why I have maintenance ECT. When I re-joined the Tigers last season, I really thought I’d skate up — I mean, I did in that one game I played in during the 2006 Spring Mixer (see “Getting a Life”) — until about the last minute. It wasn’t even so much that I wanted to play in net, but the Orange team didn’t have a full-time goalie, I figured that I wouldn’t get very much back from Play It Again Sports for my goalie equipment, and that the dues would be cheaper. Seriously.

I did skate up in one game last year (see “Game 4, 06 - 07: Tigers Orange 3, the Vixens 3″), and I questioned myself as to whether or not I should remain a goalie. Even our coach encouraged me to do both, and at the time I felt that I was a better forward, and it was all so confusing. But after this recent game (see “Week 7a: Purple vs. the Turtles”) in which I skated up, I know that I’m a better goalie now. Yeah, I still have tons to learn and work on, but I’m definitely better in net than skating up. So really, I count last year as being my first “real” year as a goalie. Funny where life takes us.

September 14th, 2007 - 5:59 pm
Entertainment/Hobbies, The Hockey Journals

Comments

  1. OMG, why are people such turds sometimes? He totally didn’t have to tell you didn’t deserve to be a goalie. I’d'a kicked him in the nutz. But, then again, I’m slightly mean and evil and bitchy and a tad psychotic. :twisted:

    Comment by Kentucky Girl
    September 16, 2007 2:02 am
  2. It’s good having friends who are slightly mean, evil, bitchy, and a tad psychotic! I just wish you were here! Oh, well — but you’re right — he didn’t have to say that at all, or at least he could have worded it differently, like, “Maybe you should just be a skater,” or something. I think that’s what a more sensitive coach would have done; at least, that’s what I would have done if the situation were reversed.

    Anyway, most of the women I play with know him or know of him, and even if they didn’t, they’re right to tell me not to listen. But I’m not going to completely slam the guy on my blog because I won’t stoop to that level.

    Comment by Barb
    September 18, 2007 1:05 pm

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