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When I was four, my dad put me on skates for the first time. He brought me to a small outdoor rink (ODR) nearby our house, laced me up in my double-bladed skates and handed me a stick. The ice was covered with a couple of inches of snow so my dad brought a shovel and as he cleared the ice, I followed his path. From that moment, I was in love with the game. All I wanted to do was play 542392_533087993391605_1923731526_nhockey.

I was fortunate enough to have parents that could afford to provide for me to play hockey competitively through high school and now recreationally in college. The greatest moments of my life have happened on ice: winning tournaments, scoring goals and making teams. I have never found anything that could match these feelings of success with my teams. But through all of that, I have never forgotten where I learned to love the game — on a small ODR by my house.competitively through high school and now recreationally in college. The greatest moments of my life have happened on ice: winning tournaments, scoring goals and making teams. I have never found anything that could match these feelings of success with my teams. But through all of that, I have never forgotten where I learned to love the game — on a small ODR by my house.competitively through high school and now recreationally in college. The greatest moments of my life have happened on ice: winning tournaments, scoring goals and making teams. I have never found anything that could match these feelings of success with my teams. But through all of that, I have never forgotten where I learned to love the game — on a small ODR by my house.competitively through high school and now recreationally in college. The greatest moments of my life have happened on ice: winning tournaments, scoring goals and making teams. I have never found anything that could match these feelings of success with my teams. But through all of that, I have never forgotten where I learned to love the game — on a small ODR by my house.

I want to share why hockey players find their love of hockey by playing outdoors.  By the time kids are in grade school, they play for city-run programs, where all it takes is one bad coach to cause a player to quit.  Pond hockey is the purest form of the game. It’s time we look back to The Ponds. The Rinks. The Roots.

– Sam Gazzola

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Twitter: @pondsrinksroots

E-mail: sgazzola18@gmail.com

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