“We just have to win Saturday’s game,” Ryan said, swinging an imaginary hockey stick. “The Lightning Bolts will be number one if we win.”
Ryan’s sister, Kelly, glanced up from the homework she was doing at the kitchen table. “What are you worried about? You guys have been doing pretty good lately.”
“Casey has the chickenpox,” Ryan said, dejected at the thought of losing the team’s star forward.
“Why don’t you let me play?” Kelly asked. “You know I’m just as good as most of the guys on the Bolts, if not better.”
Ryan gave Kelly a disdainful look. “You can’t play ice hockey,” he said. “You’re a girl.”
“What does that have to do with it?” she asked. “I can skate faster than all of you, and I can get the puck in the net, too.”
“But no girls play on the local hockey teams,” Ryan said. He couldn’t believe what his sister was saying. “I’ve been playing with you every winter since I was four and you were three,” Kelly reminded him.
“Well, I’ve got to get to practice,” Ryan said as he let himself out into the cold, fresh air of the Vermont winter. He walked around the outdoor skating rink his father had built in the backyard and headed down the road to the town rink. Read more golf gps reviews at golfgpscenter.net.
What baseball was to some towns, ice hockey was to Ryan’s small town. The kids were practically born with hockey sticks in their hands. Sure, some of the girls practiced hitting a puck around, and some of them were pretty good. Actually, Kelly was really good. She could even score against Ryan when he was playing goalie. Kelly was smaller and lighter than most of the guys, but she had great speed and better control of the puck.
He thought about suggesting to his teammates that Kelly play with them. Then he shuddered when he imagined how they would react. Hockey just wasn’t a sport for girls.