Passion is a timeless spirit, traveling to one place and then another all the while multiplying, rebirthing itself with each fresh stride, every rising shot ringing the post .Lord Stanley of Preston experienced the passion, it called to him and the cup was born. A challenge cup. An amature prize conceived as reward to the top ranked club, as determined by the acceptance of a challenge from another amateur league champion.
The days of our youth were filled with long hours of hockey. Shinny on the pond, scraping of the outdoor rinks, scrambling on the road, chasing a tennis ball, shooting, scoring, and shouting out our team, our player, the love for the game. Understanding little of the folklore, the history of a game that had claimed our interest and lured us away from the idle days of marbles and tobogganing!What we played for wasn’t tangible, joy is not an object, pride not something you can buy, yet, bragging rights were everything! Best on the street, on the block, king of the playground.These were coveted titles!
Lord Stanley’s trophy, the Dominion Hockey Challenge Cup, called to our thirst to be the best. It fed our appetite to compete and we longed to respond, to drink from its bowl. The awkwardness of youth giving way to the rush that is sport, desire luring hope. Bold is the believe and our resolute not wavered in past defeat.
The party spilled into town as we arrived, wearing bragging rights like a comfortable sweater, sleeves rolled up ready to have at her,we drank from the bowl. Our names engraved on its lip we could see them as we quenched that thirst!
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