Those of you of a certain age will remember where you were in 1972 when Paul Henderson scored that all important goal. For the Mortons the memory in years to come will be “remember where we were when we watched the Canadian women’s hockey team beat the US to win the gold medal in 2014.”
We’d be following the fortunes of the Canadian Olympians, when the internet co-operated, and were hankering to watch a game. Enter our next door neighbours who happen to be as avid hockey fans as we are. After playing for Boston College, Sarah-Joy coached some of the players on the US team and was eager to see the game. Her husband knew of a man in Kiwoko with a satellite TV who makes a living broadcasting football games for the locals. “Let’s call and see if he’s got the channel with the hockey.” After patiently explaining that we wanted hockey (you know ice, sticks, puck) and not figure skating, we discovered that indeed hockey was on in Kiwoko. We jumped in their car, raced to town and drove down a back alley. Behind metal gates was a room with a dirt floor, a few plastic chairs and some wooden benches. At the front was a huge screen and there sure enough was what we’d be hoping for. Our neighbours had the early advantage but then we scored that first goal, came back to tie and headed to overtime. The four of us hooted and hollered while John sat quietly clutching his Canadian flag. He told us afterward “my knees were shaking.” We could hardly believe the tension and exploded with joy when the final goal came. As we crept out to the car it seemed like a dream. Hockey Night in Kiwoko – a night to remember.