I bought a new pair of skates today. CCM beauties on sale for thirty bucks off the regular $95. (And then they gave me a $15 gift card!)
Who gives a flying Wallenda? you ask. I don’t blame you. I’d ask the same thing.
But it’s the first new pair of skates I’ve owned since I was fifteen years old and had saved some money, hopped on a bus to Toronto, made my way to the C.C.M. factory where I’d heard you could buy Tacks that were fitted to your feet (they weren’t, but anyway), and I took them home, covered them every few days with leather protector stuff, and laced them up when it was time for me to be a smallish yet shifty right winger.
That was the last time I’d ever bought new skates. Any others along the way were given to me. The last pair I owned were left outside for a couple of years and they turned to powder.
But today I have a new pair, which I’m going to break in at the outdoor rink down the street. And when my company rents the ice in February, I’m going to lace these new things up and get out there and be a smallish yet shifty right winger once again.
New skates. Darn right.
Now I need a stick.