Snowbanks and Rink Ranks

I spent my early years in Minnesota captivated by names of people I’d never likely meet and towns I’d rarely, if ever, visit. Recent changes in my life afforded the opportunity to travel to hockey rinks in northern Minnesota one more time—or, for several rinks, the long overdue first time. Minnesota had a handful of captivating lures in its tackle box. Hockey rinks. Hockey towns. Country roads not yet driven. The perfect series of mouse traps for a guy still trying to find the missing pieces to his childhood puzzle.

Emergence: Girls Sports at Two Harbors High School

“We also had GAA in Chisholm during my high school years—it had been going on for quite some time. We had a group of girls who would play basketball together—often just for fun—sometimes during gym class. We were only allowed to play half-court basketball. That was frustrating. I always felt like “we can run like the boys; why are you telling me that we can’t run full court?” We enjoyed playing kickball and touch football during gym class, but we’d occasionally organize some games ourselves.” — Clarine Northey

Excerpt: “Sideline to Bedside”

On Friday nights, one trail of curiosity led to the football field.  There, we were presented with one of countless “You mean, I can grow up to do that someday?” lessons.  At halftime, I stood on the hill to watch them run in and out of the warming house of the outdoor skating rink, which also served as the football locker room. White pants with maroon-and-gold stripes.  Maroon jerseys with gold, embroidered numbers. Jersey numbers stickered on the sides of the helmets, just like that team down in Alabama. It looked like fun. Would I ever become big enough—good enough—to wear one of those uniforms? 

67 Seconds / It Persists

“The one thing I want to say is that in 30 years, I probably won’t remember all these memories we shared tonight, but I can say that I truly feel like you will never forget the way a person—or a group of people—made you feel at a certain time in your life. Even if I don’t remember getting pudding at St. Thomas in 30 years, I will always remember how my team treated me when I went through one of the hardest times in my life.”

“I just…I love you guys so much.”

EXCERPT: Every Day is Game Day / One More Call

I remember listening to a journalist who emphasized the importance of relentlessly making phone calls. Keep digging. Report, report, report. Exhaust all resources. Then, those friends and family encouraging me to take as long as needed.  Don’t rush it.  Get the entire story. It will be ready when it’s ready.  This was all good guidance backed by the best of intentions. But countered by a self-imposed yet undefinable deadline.  That deadline related to my mom’s declining health.

Every Day is Game Day: The Difference Maker

In the early years of implementing the FAMILY concept, Coach Nelson decided to rally his athletes around the nobility of helping families move from one home to another. What was the deep-seated motivation for choosing that option? Honestly, I never asked him. It didn’t seem like a big deal.

Fifteen months after writing my first sentence, I made one final phone call. During that call, the pathway for Dot A to connect with Dot B, then Dot C became clear. I didn’t know I was missing a piece of the FAMILY puzzle. I accidentally found it. Everything finally made sense.

You’ll understand later in this story.

Every Day is Game Day / Way of the Wildcats

This camp is different.

It is the creation of Luke Flowers, then a high school junior, now a recent 2024 graduate. Flowers, the grandson of Miles Henderson’s coach, David Flowers, assembled quite a team to help him. He didn’t have to look far for help. His childhood friends—his teammates—the guys blessed to learn from Chris Koetting and Andy Cavalier were now transferring everything they knew about football, leadership, and citizenry to the next generation of Wildcats.

Every Day is Game Day: “Community Service” Excerpt

In the early years of implementing the FAMILY concept, Coach Nelson decided to rally his athletes around the nobility of helping families move from one home to another. What was the deep-seated motivation for choosing that option? Honestly, I never asked him. It didn’t seem like a big deal.

Fifteen months after writing my first sentence, I made one final phone call. During that call, the pathway for Dot A to connect with Dot B, then Dot C became clear. I didn’t know I was missing a piece of the FAMILY puzzle. I accidentally found it. Everything finally made sense.

You’ll understand later in this story.

Every Day is Game Day: “Veterans” Excerpt

Hundreds of people arrive at football fields on Friday nights. They will see the same game, but no two will have the same experience. Few, if any, come in the same state of mind with the same hopes, expectations, and worries. They don’t carry the same things in. They won’t carry the same stuff home. We don’t pack the same gear. For some, it’s cushioned stadium chairs—many pack blankets, mittens, or rain ponchos. Others pack flags. This excerpt is about our veterans.