Hi, and welcome to nickdoeshockey.
I started this blog at the start of 2011, when I began a crazy journey, along with my son, Will (aka Big Cat), to try and learn to play the sport of ice hockey. I was 45 years old at the time; not the usual demographic for an L-plate skater or wannabe hockey star.
As you can read from my diary, which is how this blog started out, I had never stood on skates and really had no idea whether I would last a week or a year.
Now, two and a half years later, I play for teams, and am proud to be part of Melbourne’s small but wildly enthusiastic hockey community. The journey has taken us, along with my other son, Mac (aka Mackquist, who is also now playing) to Detroit, our spiritual hockey home, and to many many days and nights at the fantastic Icehouse complex in Melbourne’s docklands, or the Ghetto, as we fondly call the Oakleigh rink.
I hope you like the blog. Click here to start at the very beginning. Or go to the next page for the latest adventure.
Thanks for visiting, feel free to comment, and I might see you on the ice,