July 24, 2002
By Jan Barnes
PARENTS: GEAR UP FOR NARCH
|  N-A-R-C-H. I love saying the word. It pops from my mouth like I’ve just bitten into a crisp juicy apple.
N-A-R-C-h. I love saying the word. It pops from my mouth like I’ve just bitten into a crisp juicy apple.
For many of us, the dream has turned to reality. I can already envision the Excel Center--the bright lights, the Plexiglas gleaming, the stands that rise for miles up into the rafters. If I close my eyes, I can hear the holler from the crowd echoing down.
Its only days away. And, all the driving back and forth to the rink, caravaning to tournaments at six am and, don’t forget the mighty dollar’s we’ve invested—it’s all been worthwhile to see my Johnny and your Johnny win.
Isn’t that what we want? It’s what we expect, but what if it doesn’t happen?
Our kids are, for most of us, embarking on a once in a life time experience. Something that they’ll tell their kids about and remember, hopefully, fondly.
So before we pack our suitcases, buy extra blades, and rob our savings accounts, let’s remember our role.
Have you thought of the life lessons you’ll share if your son looses, or just as important, if he wins. Are you going to razz the refs when they make bad calls, shouting obscenities across the rink? What about when another parent goads you…giving that look that says, their kid is better than yours is?
Mixed in with our raw emotion, we have to think about our responsibility. Narch is serious business and I wouldn’t miss the soggy hotdogs, or rank hockey smells for anything.
So, gear up now for NARCH Hockey. Minnesota, here we come.
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