Having worked in a rink for five plus years, I can confidently say that hockey parents are some of the craziest people on the face of the earth. I'm not even going to qualify that statement with another one. Hockey parents are insane people. Period. End of story. Every one of them thinks their kid is a superstar and every one of them cares way more about the game than their own kid. It's honestly bizarre. The moms were worse than the dads. We had this one lady who was literally known for being a nightmare. She'd come in and just bitch about everything. Bitch about the snack bar, bitch about the sheet, bitch about the ice time, bitch about the locker rooms, bitch about the refs- all of it. If there was anything at all she could complain about she would. Treated people like shit too. I'd love to name her right now because I know people from home are reading, but I'm not going to. If you know, you know.
So when I see videos like these I'm not surprised at all because I know the profile. I've seen this guy at countless games, standing on the boards, spitting his dip spit on the ground despite being asked ten times to use a cup. He's the guy who complains about his family at his men's league games. He's the one who throws his tape balls on the ground because he knows it bugs you. He stays too long and drinks too much. His own kids are afraid of him. He's a ticking time bomb waiting to explode because his loveless marriage and shitty job don't provide him with the fulfillment he thinks he deserves. He peaked in high school and he knows it. That's who this guy is. He's a lunatic who deserves to get run over with a Zamboni (blade up) because he contributes nothing more than machismo to society.
Imagine being that ref, showing up trying to make a little extra scratch on the weekend and having to deal with that crap. Shame on his partner for not stepping in and mollywhopping the guy. Shame on the coaches for not intervening earlier. And shame on that parent for being an embarrassment to parents everywhere. The saddest part of the whole thing is that some of the kids slapped their sticks on the ice like it was a normal occurrence.
Talk about a top down problem. Here's a longer version of the video if you want watch.
Having said alllll that, I will say that working at the rink was one of the funnest jobs I've ever had. Parents aside, I had a ton of laughs and two awesome bosses. Shout out to Kenny and Bruce. I'd love nothing more than to get back on the Zam next time I'm home to see if I still got it. Two and a quarter up over the crease, wash water off, then fire it up down the middle. Maybe I'll even throw a dry-shave in there ahead of time to get it real smooth. People don't forget.