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The snowstorm game…

There are two reasons I would travel in a snowstorm: I am in labour and need to get to the hospital, or one of my kids has a hockey game. “You’re crazy,” said my husband, “Who goes out in a weather like that to have a baby?”

blizzakThis past week, we have had the kind of winter weather that Bridgestone will use for its Blizzak tire commercials for years to come. Saturday, I drove two of my kids to their hockey games in near-zero visibility. “Really?” you ask. “Zero visibility? Well, then how did you get there?”

Because I am a hockey mom.

My vehicle and I instinctively know how to get to all the local arenas.

As I read the Saturday morning paper with my coffee I thought, “Humph! One centimetre of snow.  No big deal.”  My faith in the accuracy of meteorologists is about as high as my pile of pile of fresh, scented hockey equipment.  I dropped my speed by 10km per hour when I saw the first car in the ditch and another 10km when two fire trucks screamed by me clearly en route to another accident.  Mother Nature loves a smug winter driver (and so do tow truck drivers).

Yesterday, Ottawa was blanketed with 25cm of winter wonderland fun. The school boards called a snow day. The hockey associations did not. I helped push one car out of a snowbank and two hockey bags into the back of winter drivemy SUV. The car was a Toyota Yaris with no snow tires and had no business being out in this weather. The hockey bags? Well, they had a much easier time making it out of the parking lot.

For the better part of the last thirteen winters, I have driven my three hockey players through some crazy weather – the kind of weather that halts airport operations and sends emergency road crews into high gear. I guess snowplows and hockey moms have a lot in common.  My passengers are usually oblivious to the white-knuckle driving conditions that have often punctured the excitement of trips to practices, games and tournaments, but we hockey moms are not.  We are reminded that ‘the first goal of hockey is having fun’ yet there is nothing too fun about some of the winter drives I’ve had to and from the arena.  I don’t know why we do it. I tip my cup of Timmies to the snowplows and give them a wide berth.

And it’s only November …

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About Astra Groskaufmanis

I am a zamboni fumes-inhaling hockey mom of three. I poke fun at myself, motherhood and my support group, Sarcasm and Chardonnay while writing my tell-all hockey mom-oir. Read more at www.thedustbunnychronicles.com, follow me on Twitter @mydustbunnies and join my Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/TheDustbunnyChronicles.

8 responses

  1. We must have gotten just the edge of that storm. Glad you’re okay, Astra. Be careful out there!

  2. I remember one drive to a Peterborough tournament a couple of winters ago. Insanely dangerous. And heading to out-of-town tournaments this month and next month.
    Hockey season, eh? : )

  3. I grew up in a snowy climate, Astra. I’ve forgotten though how to live in it. I certainly wouldn’t know how to drive in such conditions. I mean, what are snow tires? Never had to have them. But you deserve a hockey mom plaque for driving with zero visibility, among other things.

  4. I agree with bronxboy55, be careful out there. I’m from the southeast and with snow or even the slightest hint of snow everything shuts down….and there’s no bread, milk or eggs in the grocery stores. I think everyone’s at home making french toast. I spent my graduate school days in the midwest and was so surprised how well people managed in the snow. I thought it was awesome, although I chose to stay in doors — you can take the girl out of the south but…(well you know the rest).

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