I fully related to Mark Bernstein’s piece “Behind the Stripes,” but was I the only Tiger who braved the ice during hockey games? I spent my undergrad winters figure skating at Baker Rink and remember agreeing only once to suiting up and sharing the ice with the Zamboni. Skating backwards tamed my blind ambition; the weight of the head made jumping a heavy task; and the tail loved to whip me off course as I spun or changed direction. It was a fun and wild ride. I regret not lacing up hockey skates instead and joining the fledgling women’s team.
I fully related to Mark Bernstein’s piece “Behind the Stripes,” but was I the only Tiger who braved the ice during hockey games? I spent my undergrad winters figure skating at Baker Rink and remember agreeing only once to suiting up and sharing the ice with the Zamboni. Skating backwards tamed my blind ambition; the weight of the head made jumping a heavy task; and the tail loved to whip me off course as I spun or changed direction. It was a fun and wild ride. I regret not lacing up hockey skates instead and joining the fledgling women’s team.