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Hi gang,
With just a few weeks of summer camps remaining, and the start of youth hockey seasons on the horizon, I thought I'd revisit one of my favorite topics. Year after year after year, I witness kids -- and even coaches -- who treat their goalies like an inanimate bulls-eye. That phenomenon prompted me to write about one of my own long-held coaching beliefs in a column for the New England Hockey Journal. It proved to be one of my more controversial columns, but I still stand by it. Let me know what you think.
Why every player needs to put on the
goalie pads
I'm the first to admit my coaching
style can be unconventional on occasion. I'm OK with that, because
the position, and the game, continues to evolve. And I'm always happy
to explain my rationale. The reality is, much of the hockey coaching
and hockey parenting that you'll find today is demonstrably Old
School, typically based on the "that's how I learned the game"
theory (which explains, in part, the resistance to USA Hockey's
well-reasoned call for cross-ice games at the Mite level).
So, on the eve of a brand new season,
here's another of my offbeat ideas. It's my firm belief, certainly
not shared by the majority of hockey parents, that every player ought
to spend at least one game in goal. Not a practice, but a game. At
least once.
Five years ago, I was coaching my
daughter's Squirt team. Our squad had a half-time goalie who was also
playing for another team. To accommodate the absences, I implemented
a rule at the start of the season that everyone had to take a turn
playing a game in the nets. My reasoning was twofold. First, from a
practical standpoint, I figured one or two of my young charges might
actually like playing between the pipes, which would solve a raft of
problems.
Second, though, I wanted every kid to
understand what it feels like to get pelted with pucks. It's been my
experience that some of the biggest crybabies are the same kids who,
in practice and "warm ups," take slap shots from five feet
away, or fire away regardless of whether the goalie is actually
looking (or preoccupied with the previous shooter), or constantly
shoot high, flinging pucks at the goalie's head. They're also the
first to blame the goaltender for a soft goal.
So I wanted to make sure that everyone
experienced that unique anxiety that the position brings, hoping to
instill a little compassion (not a bad exchange for only 36 minutes
of game action). And it worked pretty well, in part because it was a
"shared burden" that all the kids understood, and it was
established right from the get-go. Until the final week of the
season. There was one kid – let's call him "Oscar" –
who never volunteered to play, and I'm convinced he and his parents
were just hoping he'd fly under the radar, and escape the
responsibility. They didn't know me.
I called Oscar out for the last game of
the season, and told him that I expected him to suit up for the last
pre-game practice, just so he could get comfortable with the gear.
His mom pulled me aside, and said her son was incredibly nervous
about playing goal. I told her I could understand that, but coming to
me at the end of the season, when the policy had been in place for
six months, was not only bad form, but also limited my options. I
reminded Oscar's mom that every child had already played goal (a few,
including my daughter, several times), and it wouldn't be fair for me
to give her son a pass. After all, lots of the kids weren't wild
about playing goal, but they all had stepped up (and none, to my
knowledge, had suffered grave emotional scars).
Last, I told Oscar's parents what I
figured they already knew, that there are many, many times in life
when we're asked to do things we're not entirely comfortable with,
and avoiding those moments is not the ideal approach.
So what did Oscar and his parents do?
They bailed. Just didn't show up for the final game. Was I surprised?
Not in the least (in fact, I'd already warned my daughter – the joy
of being the coach's kid – to be ready to suit up if Oscar went
AWOL). But was I disappointed? Absolutely. Rather than subject their
child to a short lesson in facing up to his fears, Oscar's folks let
him skate free. Please tell me what, if any, benefit could be derived
from that?
Somewhat predictably, Oscar didn't
return the next season. I don't know if he went to another program or
not. On one hand, it saddens me to think he may have quit the sport
over this situation. On the other hand, if a 36-minute stint in the
nets is enough to sour him on the sport, better he find out early
that he's not cut out to be a hockey player.
Here are the lessons that Oscar missed
out on. First, goaltending is hard. Kids who don't play the position
don't understand how tough it can be (much like coaches who never
played in the nets). It requires an entirely different skill set,
from skating to setting up on your angles. You've got to follow a
rock-hard puck, measuring only one-by-three inches, and stop it from
entering a four-by-six foot goal. And you've got to do it while
trying to move around in bulky gear designed to protect you. That's a
tall order for most youngsters.
Second, you can't take a shift off.
Regular players make mistakes all the time, but most of the time
those gaffs don't result in goals. Coaches might see the mistakes,
which can lead to some tough love on the bench. Kids, though, rarely
notice the errors of their linemates. But they do notice the goals,
and if a goalie makes a mistake that leads directly to a goal, that
goalie is going to hear about it from his or her peers.
Which leads to my third point –
Goalies, even young ones, face tremendous pressure. Even on teams
with enlightened coaches, who try to shield their netminders from
unwarranted criticism, being the last line of defense is no picnic.
I'm sure this was the major reason Oscar refused to play. But I'm
just as certain that, if you never play the position, you never
develop the appreciation of that particular brand of torture. We live
and die a little bit with each save and each goal (that probably goes
double for goalie parents).
I still remember the breakaway goal
that Mike LaValliere (the former Pittsburgh Pirates catcher) scored
on me in high school, when the puck hit my glove, my shoulder, and
then agonizingly rolled down my back into the net. The year? 1975.
That's how much goalies carry the weight of each goal with them
(fortunately, my memory has become much more selective during my
beer-league career!).
Giving regular players a small taste of
that isn't a bad thing. Hopefully, the experience develops a little
empathy, and camaraderie, within a hockey team. Try it.
FINIS
