Archive for the ‘kids’ Category

The hockey report

Sunday, March 14th, 2010

It has been a long, long season for the Mite Bears, the lovely Weaselette’s hockey team. They have not won a game, nor even tied one, and while score is not officially kept for the 8-and-under age group, they are all very much aware of this fact. Today was their last game. (more…)

The Soccer report

Saturday, June 27th, 2009

The lovely Weaselette is playing soccer again this summer. Since I am coaching she got to name the team, and consequently they are the Flaming Orange Eagles [1].



Monday, April 6th, 2009

The boys down on the corner are the scandal of our quiet suburban neighbourhood. They are renters, an ever-changing troupe of twenty-somethings with not much in the way of jobs and a lot of free time to party. Which they do, heroically. When they wanted to crush their empty beer cans one weekend they decided the quickest technique was to make a vast heap in the driveway and back over it with a jeep. Truly epic.


The mountain of salt

Monday, November 24th, 2008

When you’re an adult and they pile an enormous heap of road salt in the parking lot behind the hockey rink, you sigh and glumly contemplate the coming winter.

When you’re five and they pile an enormous heap of road salt in the parking lot behind the hockey rink, you spend a happy hour playing on it

Whose dumb idea was this adulthood thing anyway?

(pardon the crappy cell phone picture)

Weaselettes mountain

Weaselette's mountain

Saturday hockey

Sunday, November 23rd, 2008

Weasel Jr’s hockey team, the Nanooks, faced the Knights this Saturday. The Knights managed to show up without their goalie, and according to coach’s pre-game talk, they have yet to win a game this season. The Nanooks, on the other hand, are undefeated. Coach didn’t quite say, “go easy on the poor saps” but he certainly implied it. Lots of talk about making sure the kids passed, no hotdogging, no penalties. So the lovely Mrs. Weasel and I were expecting a snoozer of a game as we settled into the bleachers.


Hockey report

Saturday, October 11th, 2008

Today was Weasel Jr’s first hockey game of the season. The county league he plays in assigns kids to teams in an allegedly random manner [1] in order to keep the teams competitive. Weasel Jr’s team, the curiously named Nanooks, has only two kids we’ve ever encountered before in five years playing at the same rink and a new-to-us coach to boot. The odds of such a collection of unknowns occurring randomly seems slim and I’ve been assuming that the ‘Nooks are the rejects and castoffs of the Salt Lake County pee-wee hockey talent pool. So it was with some trepidation [2] that we arose at the unholy hour of 7:30 to bundle the sleepy kids in the car and drive to the rink. I expected my son to be peppered with shots by a vastly superior opposing team and wasn’t looking forward to the experience.

Children of Bodom

Sunday, September 28th, 2008

Children of Bodom came through Salt Lake City last week. Oddly enough Finnish extreme metal bands are a rare treat in this part of the world and I was thrilled at the chance to see them.

Weasel Jr. is somewhat a fan of the band as well; he’d probably pick Arch Enemy over CoB, but that’s because as a good Catholic boy he finds Raveous delightfully sacrelicious. But beggars can’t be choosers and when I offered him the chance to go to the show he accepted immediately, though with less enthusiasm than I expected from a 12 year old boy offered the chance to partake in a slice of big-boy fun. He had, after all, never been to a live show before.


The fish story (not safe for vegetarians)

Wednesday, August 20th, 2008

The lovely weaselette caught her first fish this weekend. It was, as you might imagine, a moment of quite some excitement. The poor wee timorous beastie was a tiny rainbow trout, perhaps six inches. The lovely weaselette, bless her, was born without a squeamish bone, and so the moment the poor thing was reeled in she picked it up barehanded all slimy and flopping and danced delighted about the rocky shore shrieking and giggling with joy.


A poor day to be a goalie

Sunday, November 11th, 2007

On Saturday Weasel Jr’s team, the Lions, faced the Devils of West Valley City. T., a friend of mine is an assistant coach on the Devils; we play together on the worst team in the worst division of Salt Lake County recreational adult hockey. While I think kindly of T. as a teammate I think rather less of him as a coach. The Devils are the canonical “win at all costs” team. They cherry pick, they hack, they whine, all with the implicit (and occasionally explicit) support of their coaches. Games against them are rarely fun.

Another hockey update

Saturday, March 3rd, 2007

The regular goalie for Weasel Jr’s kiddie hockey team, the Devils, decided he’d rather play forward for the remainder of the year [1], leaving them in need of a new goalie. Naturally, my beloved son decided to volunteer. I’m sure there are more stressful things than having your child play goalie, such as getting audited by the IRS during a hurricane with a venomous snake in your pants, but it’s pretty darn close to the top of the list. So you can imagine the lovely Mrs. Weasel’s and my delight at the news.
Particularly since he has done this before, two years back, and frankly, he was awful.