Good morning everybody. Happy Father's Day to all those amazing dads out there.
Growing up on Long Island in the 1970s and early 1980s, my dad had the privilege of watching the New York Islanders' dynasty, making sure he was lined up on Hempstead Turnpike for all the parades.
The organization's dark years made it hard for him to stay passionate. However, once I discovered the love of the game through a close childhood friend, it rejuvenated his love for the game as well as the Islanders.
It became a real bond for us, one that's a bit different now, obviously. The coolest part of my dad coaching me was that I was a goalie, and he was not. He made sure to research workouts and drills, studying everything thoroughly. That way, he knew what he was teaching me was right.
One of my favorite memories with my dad was at one clinic. I was probably around 10 or so.
He called me over during a break in the action and pointed out that I was letting people in my crease too often.
He said, "remember the videos of Billy Smith I used to show you? Make them wish they didn't go in your crease."
So, what did I do? I got a little too "Billy Smith" happy and started chasing players around my end of the rink while my dad put his hands in my lap.
There's so many stories. I'm sure you guys have soem as well.
Share in the comments below your favorite memories with your dad!