Post 911 world scrambles the Akron bomb squad only to find some moldy shin pads and pretty cool Easton gloves.
ON the LIFE of my kids, when I was 15, I was on my way to my 5am practice at Mentor Ice Arena. My buddy Jan’s father picked me up. Not 2 minutes after we left my house, we get pulled over by the Mentor Police GUN’S DRAWN. They thought I was robbing the house because of the LARGE HOCKEY bag and me running to car.