World Pond Hockey

I realize the World Pond Hockey Championship held in Plaster Rock, New Brunswick has absolutely nothing to do with my Australian adventures, but recent conversation and Canadian publications, have inspired me to post at least a little information on our trip north for some pond hockey fun. http://www.worldpondhockey.com/

Only two weeks prior to our big move, Conor, his two brothers, David and Dylan, a friend from Cornell, Adam, and I headed to Plaster Rock, NB to compete (and coach) in the World Pond Hockey Championship. Yes, that's correct, pond hockey. Four-on-four, no goalie, no pads, no helmets, good ol' fashioned pond hockey. The ride from Boston to Plaster Rock was filled with NHL talk, pond hockey documentaries and films, including Mystery Alaska and Slap Shot, delicious food (Maine's famous Big G's), and loads of "That's what she said." Thanks, Duchesneau.

May Day was one of 120 teams to compete on 20 sheets of ice on Roulston Lake. Four days of below freezing temperatures, emergency room visits, copious amounts of beer, Newfies, and more "That's what she said" might drive any hockey-hater crazy, but our trip to Plaster Rock was the most fun I've had in a long time. 

Yes, that's correct, emergency room visits. After spending only a few hours on the ice, Dylan took a puck to the face and broke his left cheek bone. This sloppy (and illegal) pass granted May Day one penalty goal and fame for the remainder of the tournament. Just a few days ago the Victoria Star published yet another article on Dylan and Canadian health care. http://victoriastar.canadaeast.com/front/article/591147

Although May Day went 0-5 in the tournament (and finished dead last), the free goodies and recognition that came with Dylan's accident made the trip worthwhile. Well, and let's not forget about Milt Steagle. He helped too.