Repressed Hockey Memories: Playing With Myself

I suppose I was about 8 or 9 when I first caught the hockey bug. I was spending an inordinate amount of time with my neighbors, the Ermilio brothers, a particularly competitive duo. We made games out of everything and it was only a matter of time  before we took it seriously. We broke up the year into seasons that saw us playing street versions of sports such as baseball, rough touch football and soccer. Meticulous “stats” and standings were neatly kept in dime store notebooks. In a recent conversation with the older Ermillio, Rene’, he confessed: “Jim, I still …