by Guest » Sun May 25, 2025 2:18 pm
You know, I’ve stayed quiet long enough. I’ve watched my kid pour everything into this game. His time, his heart, his soul. Early mornings, late nights, cold rinks, empty stands. And when draft day came, when the lights were supposed to shine brightest… silence. Overlooked. Passed over. Not a call, not a glance. AAA said he’s not big enough. His all hockey school said “you’ll make the team in grade 11”, how convenient he’s “ready” right after his u16 draft year. OHL scouts said maybe next year.
I’m sick of the calls. Sick of the texts. These scouts reach out, say they’re “watching” or “you made it” and then they say they “like what they see,” then disappear like ghosts the second the conversation gets real and we commit. We were done with this 09 age group so we left it.
Well let me tell you something. He’s not waiting for next year.
Prep league is about to learn what they missed. Every shift, every puck battle, every shot. He’s coming like he’s got something to prove, because he does. He’s coming for every kid who had the easy road. He’s not the golden boy. He’s the worker. He’s the storm you never saw coming.
And when he lights it up this season, when the same people who doubted him come calling, they’re gonna have to watch him walk past without even looking back. Because my son is not just playing the game. He’s taking it over. One shift at a time.
You’ll know and hear the name soon. He doesn’t want bread crumbs, he wants that whole meal. He’ll make you sit there and watch him eat it too.
You know, I’ve stayed quiet long enough. I’ve watched my kid pour everything into this game. His time, his heart, his soul. Early mornings, late nights, cold rinks, empty stands. And when draft day came, when the lights were supposed to shine brightest… silence. Overlooked. Passed over. Not a call, not a glance. AAA said he’s not big enough. His all hockey school said “you’ll make the team in grade 11”, how convenient he’s “ready” right after his u16 draft year. OHL scouts said maybe next year.
I’m sick of the calls. Sick of the texts. These scouts reach out, say they’re “watching” or “you made it” and then they say they “like what they see,” then disappear like ghosts the second the conversation gets real and we commit. We were done with this 09 age group so we left it.
Well let me tell you something. He’s not waiting for next year.
Prep league is about to learn what they missed. Every shift, every puck battle, every shot. He’s coming like he’s got something to prove, because he does. He’s coming for every kid who had the easy road. He’s not the golden boy. He’s the worker. He’s the storm you never saw coming.
And when he lights it up this season, when the same people who doubted him come calling, they’re gonna have to watch him walk past without even looking back. Because my son is not just playing the game. He’s taking it over. One shift at a time.
You’ll know and hear the name soon. He doesn’t want bread crumbs, he wants that whole meal. He’ll make you sit there and watch him eat it too.