When I was 11 years old, Wayne Gretzky was traded to the Los Angeles Kings on a Tuesday. The following Saturday, the AYSO team that I played soccer for was shorthanded and I volunteered to be the goalie. With a few minutes left in the game, I surrendered the 8th goal against in a lopsided loss. With the reddest of faces, I charged huffing and puffing to the sidelines… ripping off the goalie gloves I had borrowed. I walked up to my dad (who also happened to be the Coach) and stared him directly in his eyes.
“That’s it… I want to play hockey.”
And thus began a lifelong love for the game of hockey within my family.
Last Wednesday, my father passed away suddenly while sleeping. It can feel a bit cliche to talk about how fathers and sons bond over sports… but for my father and I, it really was unique. Both my parents had been extremely active in Little League Baseball and AYSO. In fact, my father used to joke that his favorite team to coach was a team of orphans… so that you’d never have to deal with parents. As a baseball coach, my father was into Moneyball around the time Billy Beane was being drafted out of high school. My dad didn’t want kids swinging for the fences… he wanted batters that were patient enough to take a walk and selective enough to slap singles and doubles to get them home. He believed in this philosophy so much that he threatened to bench any kid that hit a home run. Well, when yours truly knocked a ball over the center field fence while playing for a TRH Dad-coached team… he benched me. But not before he told me “nice hit.”
Within a few years of my declaration that I wanted to play ice hockey in Los Angeles, my father and mother had given up on running baseball and soccer leagues and were now 100% committed to furthering the sport of hockey in Southern California. Even when my team wasn’t playing, they were at the rink early to make sure teams had the right locker rooms. They spent holidays running tournaments involving teams from all over the country. And even went I went away to college and was no longer playing youth hockey… they helped turn around the LA Jr. Kings program and my dad served on the board of USA Hockey. (My mom had an even more illustrious career in Southern California youth hockey… but that’s for another time.)
The two greatest Hockey Dads of all-time.
In 2012, I was able to give my dad something back for his years of dedication to my hockey career.
Taking my Dad to his 1st playoff game since 1992. I won't be tweeting as much because he'll ask me why I "keep staring at that damn phone."
— The Royal Half (@theroyalhalf) May 20, 2012
I took him to Game 4 of the Western Conference Finals.
And of course, the LA Kings lost.
@theroyalhalf We’re 0-1 when you bring your dad.
— LA Kings (@LAKings) May 22, 2012
My dad loved everything about The Royal Half. He read every single article. He listened to every single Sirius XM appearance and All The Kings Men Podcast. And even though he never quite got the hang of Twitter… he had my mom read most of my Tweets to him.
He couldn’t believe that something I had started because I was bored one day had turned into a Press Pass for the LA Kings. And my dad treated all the members of #TeamTRH like they were his own players. Just ask PumperNicholl about the time my father told him to his face that the Podcast was better without Pumper. And for the last year or so… my dad would email hockey articles to me with the signature “TRH Cub Reporter.”
My dad could possibly be the cutest thing ever. http://t.co/iZtMPZw4wf
— The Royal Half (@theroyalhalf) August 8, 2013
Is this the greatest email from my Dad ever or just the greatest email from my Dad ever? pic.twitter.com/PtGsrBr0qb
— The Royal Half (@theroyalhalf) March 16, 2014
And when the LA Kings were in danger of being swept in the 1st Round against the San Jose Sharks this past post-season…
TRH Dad is the best. pic.twitter.com/BcMtH1bM4W
— The Royal Half (@theroyalhalf) April 27, 2014
I’ve been numb most of the past week. When we are presented with these type of challenges in life, it seems like there are two paths you can take. You can sit there, tears streaming down your face as you ponder what life is going to be like without your loving father.
Or you can try to stay busy… be a “leader”… calling friends and family to let them know what’s happened, digging into your fathers finances to make sure all the bills for the next month are going to be paid so your mom doesn’t need to worry about it. Basically keeping active in an effort to not think about what the future holds.
But here’s the thing… no matter which path you choose… the tears still stream down your face. Especially that moment after you’ve run out of things to occupy yourself with and you realize you’ll never be able to watch a hockey game with your dad again.
“Boy, that Jerry Bruckheimer sure is small. And that’s who the Kings are using in their ad campaign? Seems kinda hi-brow, right?” – TRH Dad
— The Royal Half (@theroyalhalf) October 13, 2013
“How come the Kings players can score in Russia but not at Staples Center?” – TRH Dad to me on the phone, right now
— The Royal Half (@theroyalhalf) February 20, 2014
“What’s the average salary for a NHLer these days… 1 and a half million? Jeez, I remember when that is what the stars made.” -TRH Dad
— The Royal Half (@theroyalhalf) October 13, 2013
@theroyalhalf does TRH Dad want to take over our account? — LA Kings (@LAKings) October 13, 2013
“Ugh, how could you ice when it’s 5 on 4, idiots!” – TRH Dad
— The Royal Half (@theroyalhalf) October 13, 2013
The Royal Half Dad on Game 7 – “That Penguins team looks tough. You know, I think that Crosby has a shot at being the best since Gretzky.”
— The Royal Half (@theroyalhalf) May 28, 2013
UPDATE: TRH Mom and Dad just told me that they ceremonially folded up the Stanley Cup Champions flag I bought them to store until October.
— The Royal Half (@theroyalhalf) June 9, 2013
Hey @LAKings.. TRH’s dad is in Palm Desert and can’t get the game on 13 or NBCSN on Time Warner. Help a father out?
— The Royal Half (@theroyalhalf) April 17, 2013
@theroyalhalf live stream? http://t.co/dFrpCqhXj4 — LA Kings (@LAKings) April 17, 2013
@LAKings It’s cute that you think my Dad could navigate a live stream.
— The Royal Half (@theroyalhalf) April 17, 2013
@theroyalhalf just trying to help bro
— LA Kings (@LAKings) April 17, 2013
TRH DAD UPDATE: He’s able to stream game on his desktop. Currently trying to download the NBC App on his iPad 1 so he can watch in the den.
— The Royal Half (@theroyalhalf) April 17, 2013
My parents neighbor just put up a Winnipeg Jets flag so my Mom put this back out because she is a master troller. pic.twitter.com/NijLIckcSZ
— The Royal Half (@theroyalhalf) November 10, 2013
Even though it was introduced to him later in life… hockey had become such a daily part of the conversations between my father and I. And although he never learned how to skate, he worked hard to understand the rules of the game. He earned a “Master Level” coaching certification with USA Hockey and understood that in order for Southern California youth hockey to get better… the coaches had to get better. He even asked me a few weeks ago what CORSI was. His response was “well, that makes sense.”
Thankfully, hockey wasn’t the only thing we ever chatted about. We had a great friendship but like any father and son we had differing viewpoints on the world. But the one thing that always united us was the hope that the LA Kings would win the Stanley Cup within our lifetimes.
Well… he got to see it twice.
#NeverForget when my Dad was in Salt Lake City during Trevor Lewis’ Day with the Cup. pic.twitter.com/F3bpZmQQLF
— The Royal Half (@theroyalhalf) April 8, 2014
If after a loss, your favorite hockey player said “we need to take it one day at a time”… it would drive you crazy. But that really does seem to be all one can do in this situation. So tonight, get off of Twitter and Facebook and whatever else keeps you staring at your phone… and use it for its intended purpose. Call those close to you and tell them that you love them.