Posted on Thursday, February 20, 2014 in Uncategorized
Yesterday I was playing goalie.
The score was tied.
A minute to play.
The broomball was free on the right side.
I checked my angles. I checked my distance from the goal. I felt confident I was close enough to make a play.
I raced up to the ball.
Vivian (pictured in the back row, second from the left), our best goal scorer was near their goal crease. I knew if I got to the ball and made a good pass, that Vivian could win the game for us.
Posted on Thursday, January 12, 2012 in Uncategorized
Broomball has always been an equalizer sport. Unless you play on a club level or a national level like my friend Paul Thyren, most of us play broomball for fun.
Fun racing around on slippery hockey rink with street shoes or boots wielding awkward brooms; then in a moment of hope you swing the broom hoping to connect with the ball and send it into the opposition’s goal.
Broomball is a great sport to enjoy wintery fun with friends. Here from the winter of 1996 is my dear friend the late Adam Bieringer. Adam passed away in April of 2010 much too young.
Posted on Wednesday, January 11, 2012 in Uncategorized
Broomball In A Blizzard
The snow fell relentlessly. By the end of the game the ice on the rink was covered by inches of snow.
My friend Matt Benson, pictured here, was playing goalie during this Spring storm. He lay in goal on a comfy layer of fresh snow.
He’s safe but more than once while playing broomball I’ve been bruised and bloodied, but on this particular day I felt nearly invincible.
Snow fell while we raced across the ice. The falling snow made falling on the ice a far safer venture than usual.
Posted on Tuesday, January 10, 2012 in Uncategorized
Breakaways & Broken Spirits
A beautiful February day filled with sunshine, laughter and friends. It was a TreeHouse staff retreat and we had the morning and afternoon off. A group of us headed to a local hockey rink for some broomball.
Since many players enjoying scoring goals more than stopping them I volunteered to play goalie for our team. I also knew that most if not all the players were more athletic and better broomball players that I was. I also assumed that the differences in our abilities would be less evident with me in goal.