By Christopher B. Daly
Thanks to the New York Times for (finally) recognizing one of the truly great winter sports — pond hockey. Not the professional kind, played in a rink with endless body-checking and regular fistfights. I am talking about hockey played on a frozen pond, with no refs, no boards, no checking, and no fighting. To my way of thinking, playing on a pond distills the essence of hockey — a game of flow that emphasizes skating, stick-handling, and teamwork.
Here’s an essay I wrote a while back celebrating the joys of skating on New England’s ponds.
Enjoy, then lace ’em up!