I had coached hockey for 15 years as my son and daughters grew up playing hockey. I may not have been a great hockey player, but I was a great coach! Now I was at the stage of sitting in the bleachers watching my 10-year-old grandson play. It was frustrating watching them play. Poor passing, no hustle, some kid trying to be a one man show. Looking at the bench, the coaches were looking at their phone more than the game.
After a game my grandson came out of the locker room and said, "Hey Papa, the coaches want to talk to you. Can you come into the locker room?"
"What's this all about?" I asked.
"Well, we have 4 coaches. Three of them coach another team and the 4th one is a referee. They are looking for someone who could be on the ice all the time. They asked if any of us had parents who played hockey. I told them my grandpa used to coach hockey. So, they want to talk to you."
I went into the locker room and met the other coaches. It was as my grandson told me. They had a head coach, but I was there to keep some type of consistency. Being a Widower I had nothing else to do except to sit at home and watch tv during the long winter months. I agreed to help.
The first two practices I pretty much stood on the ice and help set up cones. The third practice I suggested to the head coach a drill to work on stick handling and shooting. He agreed and I set up the drill. The next couple of practices we introduced more and more of my drills.
I was excited for our game this coming Saturday. The boys seemed to have improved. At this point their record was 1 and 5. We were playing a strong team on Saturday.
The game was a close game. We were tied up 4 to 4 with 1 minute left in the game. We were being pressured in our zone, when Kyle, one of my defense players got the puck. Without looking he tried to clear the puck from our zone. The puck went to their center, and he shot and scored.
Kyle skated to the bench looking very sad. I never believed in yelling at a player. That just teaches them to hate you. Instead, I sat down next to him on the bench and put my arm around him. "Kyle, what did you do wrong out there?" I asked.
"I passed it to the other team." He answered.
"That's right. That's because you didn't look up. You need to see the ice before you pass the puck. Always know what's going on around you. We all make mistakes Kyle. What is important is we learn from these mistakes."
The buzzer sounded and we loss 4 to 5. But I could see good progress in the team and told them that in the locker room.
Sunday, we had another game against a team in the same caliber as us. Prior to the game Kyle's mom Julie, came up to me and said, "I want to thank you for being so kind to Kyle. He really likes you as a coach. Since I got divorced, he doesn't see his dad much, and needs some mentoring from a man."
"Kyle is a good kid and hard worker. He will be a good hockey player." I told her.
Julie gave me a hug and said thank you again. I thought it was odd she hugged me. But I wasn't going to complain. Julie was a cute little spinner. Shame on me for thinking what I was thinking, she was 30 and I am 62.
The season progressed and we kept getting better. Our record was now 12 and 7. We were beating teams we had loss to before. I got to know the parents well. When they would go out for drinks afterwards, they would invite me along. Most of the time I would join them. Julia would usually sit next to me as we were the only single people in the group.
One time my daughter jokingly said, "You better not be hitting on my dad. He is too old for you!"
"Oh, come on. Your dad is hot! Plus, I am safe with him. I am pretty sure he can't get it up anymore!" Everyone laughed.
"I am sorry, I am hard of hearing. What did you say?" I said, making everyone laugh.
This coming weekend we had our first tournament out of town. I rode with my daughter, her husband and two boys. My grandson and I talked hockey strategy most of the trip. Everyone had planned on chipping in for the cost of my room, I turned them down as I could easily afford my room. But it was a nice jester.
We had our first game Friday night. We won easily 7 to 1. Back at the hotel we ordered pizza and used a meeting room for a get together for pizza and drinks. I made the rounds visiting the parents. It felt nice when they thanked me for coaching and how much their son was enjoying it and have gotten a lot better.
"Okay, it's 9:30. I want all the players in bed by 10. Parents, you can do whatever you want. Just make sure you kid is in bed. Also, no swimming in the pool until after tomorrow's last game." Everyone headed off to their rooms. I went to the hotel bar for a drink.
As I was heading back to my room through the pool area when I saw some of the parents in the hot tub. "Come join us." They yelled.
I went to my room and put on my swimsuit. As I was getting in the hot tub, Shelly a hockey mom said, "You are in pretty good shape for 63!"
Just then Julie arrived and said, "I told you he was hot."
I turned and saw Julie approaching us wearing a small bikini. That's when I first took a good look at her. She is 5 ft. 2. About 105 lbs., barely B cup breast, chin length blonde hair, brown eyes and a toned body. With that swimsuit on she went from cute to sexy as hell.
I got into the tub and Julie sat down next to me. Julie and I were handed a beer. Several times she put her hand on my thigh to get my attention to talk to me.
Shelly made a comment, "Julie, keep your hands above the water, or are you just checking to see if it still works." Everyone laughed except my daughter who was sitting nearby. She said, "Gross."
Julie replied, "I am checking it out!" With that I felt her hand slide up my pant leg and she squeezed my cock.
I know nobody could see, but I played along. "No fair, we are in water. Have you never heard of shrinkage?"
