This article was submitted for Happy Hockey Day by Jason.
Nobody plays hockey in California, Right? Well up in the mountains of the Sierra we do things a little differently.
Though the snow and ice come late and leave early, the boys of Yosemite drop the puck whenever possible. On just about any given day during the Fall and spring, a visitor to the scenic Gold-Rush town of Mariposa can find a group of high school boys up at the local tennis court with sticks in hand and a trashcan for the goal. No pads, not many rules, just sticks, a ball and passion for the greatest game on Earth. After the game, paying up was simple. The losers buy the winners a pizza at the local pizza factory. Come winter time, the two teams enjoy our two month stint of on-ice games. With a quick drive up to Yosemite, we could play on the open-air sheet of ice in Curry Village. With the wind whipping, El Capitan towering 2,000 feet above us and nothing but the sound of skates on the ice, this convinced me.
Hockey is a game above all games.