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Medical Surveillance (Cleveland 2a)

We're off.

A major collision forces us to take a detour en route to the Canada/U.S. border. It is an otherwise uneventful trip to the Customs Check. This time, there's no interrogation about the medical supplies on board. The Customs Officer only wants to see an official document from The Cleveland Clinic before he wishes me better health and allows us to pass.

We stop at the first available rest stop - coincidentally, home of the No Restroom Protest - not to protest its lack of lav, but to run some meds. A few hours along the Interstate, and we're at the exit.

I'm not a map person. I've been here before and have already resolved not to make the same right turn mistake from our earlier sojourn. John, on the other hand, he likes maps. When we get past that tricky right-turn, I sense that he may have a little more confidence in my system...until I miss a turn altogether.

With my system, we would go a few blocks more to confirm we weren't on the right street, then cut over on a different street, traverse back on another street, come to a corner where I would look for a landmark, point and say "There, that's it." John's clearly uncomfortable with that system. I suggest a full turn around and pull the landmark check during a red light.
I get my bearings, point, and presto! We're there.
With help from the staff, the car gets unloaded and registered. We check into the room and call Mom and Dad so they know we're in town.

We meet to review the itinerary for the next day and set a meeting time. We're ready.

Cleveland Part 2 stories continue here
Jump to Cleveland 2e (Final Chapter)

Master Evaluation (Cleveland 2b)

At 9:30, our party of 4 takes the shuttle to the main campus. There are 37 buildings on the 140-acre campus. I wait for a landmark to identify our stop. I describe the entry of the building we're looking for. Here it is, KK. Verify with the driver. And we're in.

The International Center is as polished as ever. I draw the same consultant as before and she remembers the little mix-up from before. Information verified, we wait for the financial consultant.

In the Finance Coordinator's office, I introduce my Financial Advisor:Medical to Lucy. And it's like I'm 14 all over again. Lucy turns all her focus to Dad. They exchange cards and arrange their direct communication lines. "I'll just send it all to you, Joe, no need to bring Chris into it."

Hello? I'm in it. Here's the thing: I'm 40 years old. In September, my son will be a high school senior; my daughter, a junior. When will I be considered an adult?

John accepts the map from Bernice, our concièrge. My method of getting around is a little too dicey. He's concerned that I won't be with them to "recognize a piece of concrete and know to go left." Bernice escorts us to our first stop in the pre-op process.

Welcome to the paperless hospital. I complete the medical questionnaire online. We go to the next stage. Julie begins the online admission. The Resident does a physical and enters the data. My newest itinerary shows a psychological assessment...we all think this could be trouble!

Each member of the surgical team tries to cut and paste the info from one tab to the next. It's a lot of repetition. The team members are helpful and informed. Each patiently answers questions from all of us. Sydney, Teaching Team Leader, reviews the mechanics and engineering of the device.

Ace surgeon, Dr. Bipan Chand, describes the procedure in great detail. He is prepared to spend as much time with us as we need. We discuss protocols and follow up. He quickly dictates a letter to my specialists at home.

For a paperless health care site, I've collected several copies of my itinerary for the day, a binder of instructions, some promo material, papers of I-don't-know-what...and I still have a couple stops to make.

It's a lo-o-o-ong walk from M-building to A, the final destination. We review it all again with the anaesthetic consultant - meds, allergies, history. She understands the cross-contamination/airborne allergy concerns. We reach the fitness part of the questionnaire. I've been indoors too long, so when she asks "Can you walk 6 blocks easily?", I respond, "Is that uphill?".

She leaves the office with my paper chart to discuss whether I'm cleared for surgery. The image of a person, sitting in a darkened office with walls of dark-tint glass makes me laugh. I ask Jennie to sell my case well, and suggest that if this person could only meet me, he'd clear me in a jiffy!

In a short while, she comes back and pronounces me Cleared for Surgery. It's 2:45 p.m.

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Operation Order (Cleveland 2c)

At 6:00 a.m., we walk across the street to the Surgical Center. At the check-in, we verify patient information again. John is given a pager. As information about my case is available, he will be paged by the clerk. My code-name is jotted on a piece of paper and slipped across the desk.


The Cleveland Clinic performs an average of 250 surgeries each day. In order to keep families updated on the status of their loved ones, a large video display terminal hangs in the lounge.

For privacy, each patient is listed by code. My progress will be updated throughout the morning on the board. Jokes about Delayed, Cancelled, etc. appearing beside my code ensue.

The rest of the day's recap, courtesy of John's emails from that day:
8:06 a.m. - Chris is in surgery. It will take about 3 hours and then another 2 hrs. in PACU. We'll be able to see her for 10 mins. in the recovery room after that.

11:19 a.m. - Picture the arrival/departure board at the airport. The board now shows she has entered PACU though we haven't heard anything yet.

11:58 a.m. - Spoke to the doctor. Surgery went fine...The pacemaker is on and seems to be working fine. Probably another hour before we can see Chris.
Keeper, The Caring Canine, stopped to visit us. The hospital has a Chocolate Labrador Retriever that is walked through the waiting area, offering comfort to family members.

1:00 p.m. - We had our first 10 minute visit with Chris...She looks better than expected and is feeling pretty good overall. Once she's in her room, we will be able to stay with her longer. Looks like we can finally celebrate. Time to go have a beer!

At some point, we'd been told that 2 visitors would be allowed to see the patient in the Recovery Room. I pictured John, Mom and Dad playing Rock-Paper-Scissors in the waiting room. Luckily, they find Lloyd is willing to bend the rules a little. At the 9-minute mark, he shows up to escort them out.

I am moved into a room in M-building. At some point, the Nursing Aide comes in to present me with some swag. Cruel to receive a water pitcher and not be able to use it, don't-ch-ya' think?

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Positive Wave? (Cleveland 2d)

It is a terrible night. I do not have good symptom control. I'm miserable.

Knowing that I'm being discharged, I'm convinced that if I could just get out of the bed, clean up and dress in real-people clothes, I will feel better.


I jimmy the side-rails down, gather the various equipment on one side and devise a system for getting up. After a few modifications, I am up and moving. It takes a couple trips to drag stuff around to where I can access it. Ready to become human again, I realize that until I'm disconnected from some of the paraphernalia, there's really not much I can do. I put on some brand new sister socks...and nearly wipe out on the slick floor. The bag of swag included some slipper-socks, so I don those instead.

When the nurse comes with the meds, we discuss the discharge and she disconnects me from everything so I can get dressed.

John, Mom and Dad arrive. I'm really bad company. I haven't slept and I've done a lot since 6 a.m. Let me now apologize to Gladys and Ethel, the nice ladies from the church who stopped by to see me. "This is not a good time," I snapped at them. Ladies, I'm sorry for treating you so poorly. If they ever go online and Google their names, maybe they'll see it.

After some confusion, shortly past 1:00, I'm cleared to go. John works with Bernice to arrange transport back to the hotel. He's prepped the meds.

Back at the hotel, I return to my regular routine of med delivery and at 5:00, I call my parents to play some cards. They are surprised by the difference. I feel well enough to count trump. And my partner and I win at Pinochle. At least, that's my version.

Meds, TPN and a good night's sleep. That's what I need.


[Gladys]
[Ethel]

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Return to Base (Cleveland 2e)

I'm grateful that my husband and my parents still love me after I was so miserable most of yesterday.

At 6:00 a. m., I take an inventory and determine I feel pretty good. I work the numbers: if I take one med now, prep the other then infuse it an hour from now, I can supplement the first one at 9:30 and we can be on the road for 10:00 a.m.

John works with the gracious staff to clear the room and load the car. Dad befriends the police officers directing traffic on West 89th. Mom chats up the family waiting by the door. I'm tempted to ask the producer what he and his crew are doing, but decline, only because it's pretty tough to get up from the chair.

Smooth sailing all the way. John wins the first car game. We still need the Commissioner to rule on a play in the second game. I'm pleased that the $12.60 we've paid in Interstate tolls this year is working: parts of I-90 have been recently resurfaced. It is a comfortable drive.

Nothing unusual at the border. No funny stories from the Duty Free Store. It's good to be home.

Michelle has stepped in and handled the household like a superhero. She has directed the day's power-work but her staff have to leave early- one to a football game and the other to work. John tries to take the dog for a walk, but Buddy refuses to go unless I go too. His feelings are still hurt because his Auntie can't walk him either. Eventually, we trick him into going.

Michelle cuts off the 4 allergy hospital i.d. bracelets. Other hospitals in which I've been a patient just use one bracelet and write on it 'Multiple - see chart'. The Cleveland Clinic staff wrote each allergy individually: one bracelet for drug allergies, one for latex, and 2 for food.

When Andrew gets home, he greets me by a warm and loving, "What are you doing home?" At least he let me kiss him in front of Calvin, his teammate who drove him home from the game. I could tell Jess missed me, "Hey! Hi!" she said when she got home from work.

We sit down to the meal that Michelle has slaved to prepare. Michelle decided to have Andrew and Jess select dinner each night by its picture. I don't think she'd ever do meal-planning that way again.

It's hard to choose a movie to watch that evening. We want something funny, but not too funny because it hurts to laugh. We're not up to a thoughtful documentary; our brains are too tired to try a mock-umentary; not looking for a whack-'em-sock-'em-blow 'em upper either. Jessica feeds us Fever Pitch. I see a movie critic promises this movie is "A Grand Slam Comedy", but I know it's tame enough for us tonight.

I can't measure if I feel better or different at all. We're all hopeful because I responded so well with this treatment before, but I have to heal from the surgery first. I'll take it all one day at a time.

Back toThe Beginning of this trip

Destination: Cleveland

This is less a road trip, more a mission. It has been several years since Roni and I embarked upon a Road Trip together. We used to travel lightly - a case of water, a case of ginger ale, a toothbrush and some pyjamas each. The last time Roni and I took a true road trip, we threw all that, plus some juice boxes, water and pop into a cooler, some sleeping bags into the back and all the Tootsie Rolls 6 kids could want. Now we've added a box of sterile medical supplies, and a cooler of medication. A Flometric pump. A telescopic pole on a 30" base. Roni's laptop so she can work and 14 bottles of pills between us. Times sure have changed.

We picked 'the best' line at Customs, crossing from Canada into the U.S. Well, it seemed like a good choice. Neither Roni, nor I believe in regret. My philosophy is that one must consider all the information that's available at the time and make the best decision he can. That said, I regret that I chose this lane.

First, I had to explain the pole. Then the pump. And the cooler of medications (all in original packaging with original labels from the pharmacy). "I guess you got all those needles and stuff, too, then?" he drawled, rummaging through the box of tubing and syringes. "I use a needle-less system," I explained, flashing the intravenous port embedded below my clavicle. The packages in the boxes look like "needles and stuff", but technically, they're not. He didn't seem to care about the distinction.

Since beginning a regimen of TPN nutrition and IV medication I have travelled between Canada and the U.S. on many occasions. Why, just last month, Michelle, our two brothers and I entered the U.S. at a different border crossing, with all my usual paraphernalia, without any difficulty at all...well, except having to explain different citizenship and last names even though we are siblings.

Finally, we were allowed to enter. It's a road trip. Let the games begin! A sign in western New York state proved we were in The Zone after we both interpreted it the same way and made the same joke about it. Soon after that, at the same time, we made the same jokes at the end of a story. We kill each other, we're so funny!

Roni related a story about an online chat she was participating in recently. As she told me what she 'said' she moved her fingers in the air above the dashboard, imitating typing. I asked her to stop since it was evoking a memory from high school typing class. We had the same teacher. Her name was Ms....Ms...Ms...B.....also taught phys. ed....Ms. B. Curses! How do I inevitably get sucked into the remember the name of the person who....on these trips?

Soon, we found ourselves crossing into Pennsylvania. Roni has history with Pennsylvania. She loves the state so much that she has difficulty leaving it. She gets lost in Pennsylvania...every time. On that last road trip we took; again last year, in Philadelphia; the year before that, with Lori.

She wanted to drive, but I told her I was fine. I wasn't going to take any chances. I had to get to Ohio. Eventually, we stopped for dinner. We ordered and went to get our drinks at the soda fountain. I filled my cup 2/3- full with Dr. Pepper then added a little 7-Up, then topped it off with some more Dr. Pepper. I can't remember the last time I did that.

"What's that called?" Roni asked. "Mud-something. Muddy-something. Dirty..." Curses, it's that damn game again. We walked to a table in the nearly-empty restaurant. Just as I turned toward our table, I spotted a boy of about 10-years old at another table. I was thinking of approaching him to ask what it's called when you mix a bunch of different soft drinks together and then, I had it. I opened my mouth, but I'd lost the word. Roni encouraged me to retrace my steps to try to remember.

"That never works," I told her. But I did it anyway. I made the turn, looked at the boy and blurted out,"Swamp-water."

In Cleveland, we arrived at the hotel and Lori was waiting for us. After we got the rooms set up, I looked at Roni and said "Burnham."
"That's it," she agreed. "Ms. Burnham." (I also pulled out Ron Griffin's name, previously only identified as the guy who drove the brown Chevette). Turned out that Lori wasn't getting our Smokey and the Bandit bit, which confirmed it was a full-out 'You-had-to-be-there'.

[Cleveland Clinic]   [Smokey and the Bandit]

Mahogany and Mirrors

The Cleveland Clinic is like a city inside Cleveland. The Cleveland Clinic Police headquarters are located across from our hotel. The hospital spans an area of 6 city blocks by 3 blocks. There are several sites under construction as the facility expands. To say the organization is impressive is an understatement.

A shuttle bus took us to the International Patient Center to check in and receive my itinerary. The lobby of the International Patient Access Center immediately bestows a feeling of trust and confidence upon the patient. The polished marble floor reflected our images. Mahogany-clad walls with mantles, mirrors and showcases interspersed, displayed various gifts from patients: Ming Vases, Fabergé eggs and the like. It was a little intimidating.

My Registration Agent started the process inside her spacious office. I was asked to verify the info: My name: check. Address: oops, that wasn't me. Birthdate: oops, again. Email address: mine. The Agent made the corrections to the info then introduced me to my Financial Agent. They had all the correct info on me in this office. Next, I met Marina, my Concièrge. She escorted us to the first appointment and arranged a driver for the following day.

The day before, Roni presented me with a gift of Kick-it-up-a-Notch socks. Regular readers know well the Summers' obsession with Kick-Ass footwear and accessories. Refer also to:Kicking II . I had chosen a kind of Pippi Longstocking look for the day.

Back in the hotel, after the set of investigations, I contacted my Patient Coordinator to clarify my schedule for the next day. I also had to return calls to some of the staff who'd been trying to reach me in Ontario over the past 4 hours.

The Cleveland Clinic: It's technologically advanced. It's a world leader. The Ambassadors in the hallways greet each passerby with a cheerful "Good morning" reminiscent of the Monty Python bit. The atmosphere exudes Excellence, with capital E. Behind the mahogany, under the Ming vases, after the Diplomat patient-base has gone home, it's just like other outfits: misplaced data and records, communication barriers and conflict from the blends of formal and informal groups. It's not smoke and mirrors, it's mahogany and mirrors. It's actually kind of comforting, you know?

Having our own driver is a nice touch,too.

[Cleveland Clinic]   [Good Morning]

Mission: Reconn - Accomplished

We loaded up the car before our driver arrived. After 36 hours, the remaining Swampwater got tossed out, along with the usual collection of half-finished drinks I always leave in my wake.

I passed Roni in the lobby again without recognizing her. Her hair is growing back. I was so used to seeing her with no hair, or wearing a toque or scarf, it's strange to see her sporting a crew cut.

We arrived at the M-entrance. Roni had apparently done some exploring while I was out of commission yesterday. She led the way to the Metabolic Institute.

After another diagnostic investigation, the surgeon declared me a suitable candidate to have a gastric pacemaker re-inserted. We left with a commitment to receive the treatment and care that I need.

I handed the keys to Roni for the drive home. I was in no shape to drive. The relief in the car was palpable. Here's some of my thoughts on that drive:

It was good that I had done so poorly on the clinical tests to qualify for the treatment;
I told you so, Ontario's Ministry of Health;
Must be the lime-green socks!

We called John to tell him the good news...and left a message. We called Michelle...and left a message. We called Mom and Dad, and Dad was home. Through Pennsylvania, I didn't dare fall asleep with Roni at the wheel. I didn't want to wake up in Altoona!

Roni trusted me to drive from the restaurant to the gas station. "I know you," she warned. "You won't get out of the car when you come back."
"I promise, promise, pinky-swear that I will let you drive after I gas up," I promised. The pinky-swear locked it, I think.

We talked with Lori, and Joe, who said at first that he was OK to talk, but during the call, admitted he was up in the air, and it would be better to talk later. Then Jay.

Across the border without incident and home. We were tired.
Now we wait while the surgeon writes up the treatment plan, the finance department costs it out then sends it to me.

There's light at the end of the tunnel...and it's not a train.

OWHA Provincials

The OWHA Provincial Champions will be crowned at the end of this weekend. This Dolphins team finished among the top 15 teams in Ontario.

It's a significant achievement for our first-year team to advance to this round. Unfortunately, The Dolphins were eliminated in the second round by Woodstock.

Congratulations on a successful season!

At press time, Woodstock was playing in the Semi-Final game.

Championship Game

Where else would we be on a Friday night, but at an arena? This time, the Midget Boys' Championship game featuring Gwartz Grubisa Orthodontics (Teal) against Hans Taal/Century 21 (Yellow).Technically, this isn't a road trip, either, but it's the same distance from our house as the Burlington match, so it works. Plus, it's the league championship!

This Midget division is always competitive. The teams are evenly matched. It's been like this since Peewee. Heading into the final week, 5 of the 9 teams were vying to advance to the championship game. In the end, Teal and Yellow won their games to get here.

Mike Savoie, in net for Teal, played an outstanding game. Mike made the saves look pretty routine. While he was down, he continued using his glove, his pads, his stick to rob Century 21 several times. And the puck that rolled through the crease just in front of the goal line helped, too.

At the other end, Jeff Burton was given a workout by Teal. Teal finally broke him in the second period and held the lead until midway through the third. That's when Yellow capitalized on a power play and tied it up.

Schlonies was going end to end and scored the team's first two goals. Marrelli was laid out by an open-ice hit from Reinders. MacGillivray was first to the puck in the offensive zone.
Opratko's sharp pass found Husar. Husar deked the whole team to take it in one-on-one against Burton. Burton saved then smothered the puck.

The officials did a good job to control the game. It was a fair blend of making the calls and letting them play; even though the scoresheet shows a total of 20 penalties.

The benches were complete contrasts. On one side, the coaches were barking instructions to the players continuously. The other bench was being led by the players and the coaches were watching the game smiling. It just goes to show that coaching intensity has nothing to do with making it to The Show.

Into overtime we go. Each team pressed in the overtime period. A wacky deflection on a shot by Sabatino and suddenly it was behind Michael in the net. The Yellow team was crowned champs.
Final score 4 - 3.

It was such a well-played game and both teams had worked so hard, we would have preferred to see it end on a more spectacular shot!

More pics from that game at:
MOHA Championship Game

Round 3 - North Metro Playoffs

OK. It isn't truly a road trip...we played Burlington in this best-of-three-series. There are no set rules for what's a road trip and what's not, but I'm in Burlington 5 times a week. The team has built an online fanbase and they're asking for more.

A strong opening by The Dolphins in the first game, but not enough stamina this first game since Spring Break. In a classic case of the-score-does-not-reflect-the-game Burlington takes Game 1.

Round 3 v Burlington Game 1

Game 2 in Burlington:

Round 3 v Burlington Game 2

The Dolphins outplayed Burlington. We out-shot Burlington. We showed hustle and drive and teamwork. The girls just could not put the puck past the Barracuda goalie. I won't go into several very controversial calls made by the referee - suffice to say that mild-mannered Dan tried and couldn't get tossed from the bench and the game.

Lorraine was careful to criticize the referee's performance and not the ref himself.

One linesman was engaging the fans, which is always a bad sign, and worse, he was commenting to the bench staff that he didn't agree with some of the calls the referee made.

This isn't sour grapes here. I'm known to say that the ref isn't the one who puts the puck into the net, but in this game, the ref did cost a goal.

Burlington wins the game and takes the series. They'll play in the North Metro Championship Weekend. We have a weekend without games.

All photographs courtesy of John Krieger

The Dolphins advance to the OWHA Provincial tournament after Scarborough fell to North York and Leaside.

Weekend Stats

Best to read the games in the order they were played: 5-4-3-2-1.


Total Goals For: 12
Total Goals Against: 8

Distance travelled : 890 km (from home to rinks only, Fri-Mon)
# Radar Traps: 1
# Speeding Tickets: 0

Slide shows of some games have been added.

Five Times the Hockey

Post-season play. It's a weekend of mixed feelings. It'd be great to advance on either the North Metro playoff side, or the Provincial Play-down side, but both? With one tournament still to go in the season, to move forward on both sides might be too much.

The Play-downs are a one-game round robin in a pool of 4 teams. Only the top team advances to the next round. In round two of the Playoffs, we're paired with Cobourg now - a team who finished first in their division and allowed only 12 goals through the regular season. Their first-place finish gave them a bye into the second round of the North Metros.

Leaside, who finished in second place, is in our provincial pool, will not figure in the weekend, as we played them last weekend and won that battle. Leaside is a talented team and a tough opponent. We like playing Leaside, because their team personality is a lot like our own. They play an intense game, and remember that it's a game. No trash-talking. No hits after the whistle. Games against them are good and clean and fair.

The weekend hockey extravaganza begins with a Provincial Play-down match against North York. We wound up tied for 3rd with North York in the regular season. They're a tough team, who finishes. They have a couple stars who can put the puck in the net.

It's the first game back for Rachel, who left the ice in game 2 of the North Metros, to seek medical attention for a possible forearm fracture. While it's not a fracture, it's still a deep bruise. At practice the other day, she was happy to lace up the skates and grab her stick, but couldn't hide her disappointment that her shot just wasn't what it used to be...yet.

She scores The Dolphins' first goal, high on the stick side, to tie the game. Later in the second period, Niamh pokes a rebound across the line, for the go-ahead goal.

In the third period, Liz ties up The Storm's center and Cat breaks loose from North York's defense. She puts one top-shelf for a short-handed goal and a little insurance.

Late in the third, on a power play, down by 2 goals, The Storm pull their goalie for a face-off in our end. It's a 6-on-3. Becca makes several saves, but we just can't clear the puck. With just over a minute to go in the first penalty, they score. The face-off moves to center-ice. Still no goalie in their net. Cat is in the box, called for interference on an earlier face off. Five-on-four.

North York wins the face off. They fire at our net, pick up the rebound and fire again. Becca continues to make the saves. We clear the puck to the boards. The winger passes to Niamh playing near our blue line. She picks up the puck, puts a move on The Storm's defense and carries the puck down the ice. Seconds to go. A North York player is pushing Niamh to the outside. She waits...then plays the sure thing into the empty net to lock it up.

Final score 4-2.

Tags: [Etobicoke Dolphins] [North York Girls Hockey] [OWHA]

Five Times - Four

Twenty-four hours later, we're at Commander Arena in Scarborough for the final Playdown game, this time against Scarborough.

We played The Sharks twice in the regular season and won. Sometimes the final score doesn't really tell you what the games are like. Our games against Scarborough are like that. Scarborough is a team you can never take for granted. They were only eliminated by North York in the Playoffs in overtime, after forcing a third game in that series.

By the math, a win or tie puts our team into the next round of the Provincials. If we walk away without a point, we have to rely on Leaside and North York to beat Scarborough. The team wants to control its own fate. We want to win.

The Sharks come out strong and hungry for a win. They score early. Settling into the game, Niamh evens it up. Her goal, as described by Martin: She has the puck on her forehand and half the net is wide open. She moves it to her backhand and the goalie is sliding across into position. She swings it around to her forehand again and the net is covered. She flips the puck into the air and scores.

Our players control the play inside Scarborough's blue line and Jill pops in the go-ahead goal (assists to Laura and Julie).

We are down by 1 halfway through the third period. Out of a scramble in front of their net, the puck squirts loose and Cat buries the equalizer.

The players fight hard to go ahead. Emily skates it out from our corner. Her wrist-shot is gloved by the Shark goalie. Then there's a shot - wide. A shot - high. The pass out front - the winger's stick is all tied up. A shot from Mindy at the point - blocked before it could reach the net.

With just over a minute to go, down by one, Jessica skates to the bench and the extra attacker hits the ice. The Dolphins fought from behind throughout most of the game. This game was just a minute too short.

Final score Scarborough 4, Dolphins 3.

Photo Credit: John Krieger


Playdown v Scarborough

Tags: [Etobicoke Dolphins] [Scarborough Girls Hockey] [OWHA]

Five Times - Three

Sunday morning finds us at Chris Tonks arena for the first game of the second round of the North Metro Playoffs against Cobourg.

The team will be without Cat for a while. She plays soccer on the U16 Provincial Soccer team and they are flying to Chile for some tournament action.

A lot of hockey still to go over the next 48 hours. Endurance will play a role.

Rachel's playing with gritty determination and a sore wrist. Kim is driving the net. Niamh is digging it hard out of the corners. Jill's ready for the pass out front. Natalie's pushing the puck deep. Kim F. is forcing Cobourg to turn over the puck in the neutral zone. Julie's no match along the boards. Liz is winning the face offs. Laura's keeping the pressure on the Cobourg goalie.

Mindy's taking shots from the point. Maddy's slap shot is finding the net. Danielle is first to the puck. Emily's defending Becca in net. Every shift is great. The players are driven. They don't seem to tire.

The game belongs to the goalkeepers. Both net-minders are making big saves. Look at this GIANT stick save by Becca. At the other end, Kim, behind the net, passes out front to Liz...Denied. Then with just over 2 minutes to go in the game, Rachel receives the puck from Liz and puts it in!

With just 2 losses on the season, falling behind isn't something this Cobourg squad is used to. They fail to score with the extra attacker on the ice.

Final score: 1-0. Etobicoke leads the best-of-3 series.

Tags: [Etobicoke Dolphins] [Cobourg Girls Hockey] [North Metro Girls Hockey]

Photo credit: John Krieger

Five Times - Two

The series against Cobourg continues Sunday night, this time in Cobourg at Jack Hannen Arena.

Our players are focused. The talk in the dressing room is all about the game. They want to put Cobourg away tonight. It's do-or-die for the Cobourg team. A loss tonight means their season is over. Neither team is going to lie down.

Cobourg is a fast squad. Rarely will you find their players out of position. They execute the fundamentals with precision. I wouldn't stand in there with the Cobourg forwards bearing down.
Fans are treated to a repeat of the morning's game. Great work at both ends. The Dolphins are outshot by Cobourg, but still forcing the turnovers, taking chances and keeping pressure on the Cobourg goalie. Becca is rock-solid between the pipes.

The hometown fans are calling to the refs for a penalty again. Given the seating arrangement at this arena, I can't give them my over-the-shoulder "What, are you crazy?" look. They'll never understand how much they've been spared.

Funny though, the Cobourg fans complain about their home referees as much as they complained about the Toronto referees earlier. As the emotions in the home stands escalate, this loud fan gets a little quieter. When a Cobourg player has her knees in Liz's helmet, the home fans say that is just how the game is played. When a Cobourg player is on the bottom of a pile of bodies, they're calling for a penalty against our goalie! Perspective is everything.

Both teams are getting away with contact, interference, and some hooking is ignored. In that respect, the refereeing is balanced.

Just over 5 minutes to go in the game and the puck takes a bounce in front of Becca and slips into the net. Later, on a line change, the puck sneaks across the line.

Final score 2-0. Series tied.

Photo credit: John Krieger


Round 2 v Cobourg

Tags: [Etobicoke Dolphins] [Cobourg Girls Hockey] [OWHA]

Five Times - One

Less than 24 hours later and The Dolphins have made the journey to Cobourg Memorial Arena. The Cougars, Cobourg's Jr. A team, call this place home. The 60-year old building is a local Heritage Site. The wooden floors are admired...they'll help the fans make some noise.

Stadium seating allows the fans to sit on opposite sides of the rink. One Dolphins player commented that it looked like half the town was out to cheer on the home team. Across the way, the 13 of us sat. Two residents of Clarington, Joe and Victoria, have literally become Dolphins fans overnight. Barb's in her usual spot at the corner. Hugh's behind the net. A couple parents sit at the windows in the lobby that overlook the ice surface. Kevin's missing from his usual post along the boards.

Tension is high as Cobourg wins the opening face-off and puts the puck deep into our end. The players break the puck out cleanly and dump it into Cobourg's end. A quick line change and the forwards are fore-checking and force the turnover. Shots are taken.
Tenacious Kim Selke gives the Dolphins the early lead midway through the first period. Rachel scores her third goal of this 5-game marathon and the Dolphins lead 2-0 at the end of the first. Shots on goal favor Etobicoke 10-4 after the first period.

In the second period, Cobourg gets themselves into penalty-trouble. The fans are proud of our players for not retaliating against the Cobourg players. It can't be easy to hold back.

We have a two-man advantage when Emily's shot from the point finds the top corner. Did it go straight to the corner or get redirected? There's no instant-replay cameras to refer to. Either way, the goal counts.

Cobourg's forcing their offense which allows our forwards to break away with the puck. Natalie, Laura, Jill, Niamh, Julie, Kim F, Liz....they all have some chances.
On defense, Danielle and Emily are using their long reach to poke check and break up plays. Maddy and Mindy are cutting off the paths of the charging Cobourg forwards and clearing the puck to the boards. In net, Becca is flawless.

In the third period, shorthanded, Julie receives the puck at our blue line and accelerates down the ice with it. She leaves one defenseman at our blue line and flies past the other. She has the puck on her forehand and is ready to release her shot when she is dragged down by a Cobourg player who has hustled back. The ref signals penalty for the trip then crosses his hands above his head to award a penalty-shot.


Julie's been working on a new move with her penalty shot at the end of most practices. It's silent inside the arena. We wait to see if she's got some Gordon Bombay triple deke in mind to beat the Cobourg goalie. Julie didn't put it away this time, but you can't beat that kind of excitement.

Adding some more insurance, Rachel scores again. The final minutes play out. The game ends. Final score 4-0. The Dolphins take the series! Congratulations players and coaches!

The team looks forward to a well-earned hiatus over Spring Break. Cross your fingers that the opponent in the third round is just a little closer to home.

Tags: [Etobicoke Dolphins] [North Metro Girls Hockey]

[The Mighty Ducks]

Game photographs: John Krieger

Erie, My Dear

After an intense drive through wintry weather (ice, snow, white-outs) we arrived at the Avalon in Pennsylvania's third largest city, Erie. It was late, well early actually, and we had an early game to open the Sarah Backstrom Tournament.

The team breakfast was scheduled for 7:30 a.m. The itinerary supplied by Dan indicated the bus would leave for the arena at 8:30 a.m. Maddy knocked on our door at 8:25 to see why we missed the breakfast. Well, because we were still sleeping! Turned out the electrical outlet the alarm clock was using had an intermittent power supply problem.

Ready to go in 5 minutes, Jess was not the last one to board the bus - heavily teased, but not the last.

The tough and physical game against Pittsburgh didn't go our way. But we were in it the whole time. The players were caught off guard in the opening minutes: USA Hockey has not yet implemented the interference/hooking/holding rule changes. The players easily adjusted to the different style of the same game. Pittsburgh was a sharp team.

At "The Zoo", I held the door for Ed, who works the penalty box for Mercyhurst's women's hockey team. The women's team at Mercyhurst College is ranked #1 in the U.S. I learned a lot about Mercyhurst from Ed.

Ten hours off and we headed to the arena for game 2. This, against a team we play back home. Once again, we travelled great distance and played a team from next door. On the way to the arena, the players were complaining that their fans (us) are too quiet.

Never one to back away from a challenge, I promised to make a lot of noise in the stands. Before the game, I practiced with some thunder sticks. I sat behind the bench and pounded the glass, stomped my feet, whistled and carried on like a true fanatic. The other team's fans were frightened for my mental health. That one teen looked like he was frightened for his safety. Sure, they were pointing and laughing, but I wasn't letting it hold me back. (Think this was the first time somebody pointed and stared at me?)

There was no way the players would say we were too quiet. Lots of cheering, whistling, clapping, chanting. The metal floor and the bowl-style seating contributed a great echo effect. Oh yeah, the 12 of us were making quite a racket. Coach Mark subtly asked me to move from my seat immediately behind the players' bench. I had my choice of 9,976 other seats to make noise. I couldn't actually see the game from that spot, anyway.

We made some adjustments in the cheering section when the game escalated beyond the refs' control. Read Maximum Security


"It was the highlight of all the hockey games I've ever watched," said Madeline, Natalie's sister. And Madeline's watched a lot of minor hockey.

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W-erie, My Dear

Late the next morning, a busload headed out for some serious shopping. There was another 8 hours before the next game. Mark and I found North Coast Hockey for some player's skate tune-ups. The owner, Don Marinucci, has a monopoly on hockey equipment and supplies in Erie. His store is well-stocked and the service is exceptional. Don's a transplanted Canadian, from Niagara, and ships product to several regular customers in Canada.

There, we met a parent from Webster, NY whose daughter plays for the Cyclones. Another parent from his team drifted in with some skates that needed sharpening. They were entertained and shocked as Mark recounted our Friday night game.

Turned out the Cyclones drew the quarter-final game at the Igloo and played just ahead of us Saturday night. They lost 1-0. The parents we met at the skate counter considered staying for our game...since we were up against that GTA team from the night before!

Our bench would be without Rachel. The refs determined she needed a game off to reflect on Friday's events. Our opponents were without one skater and one bench staffer. The staffer hadn't done any reflection. If he had, he wouldn't have stood in the corner during the warm-up skate hitting the glass, yelling at the players and swearing like a trooper.

The behavior of some dolts associated with that team was despicable. The epitome of what's wrong with coaching a play to win attitude into a team. A parent from that team actually stood outside our dressing room taunting our players. I was embarrassed for them....and I had embarrassed myself the night before as The Fan From Hell...so that's saying something!

We're lucky that our coaching staff isn't like that. Mark told the girls to keep their heads in the game, not to retaliate and stay out of the box. He reminded them that we play tournaments for fun. Mark expects a well-played game from his players. On the bench, sometimes we hear him holler out "Boards" or "Back" or "Go to the net". He gets emotional, sure. One time, I even saw him take off his hat!

I wasn't up to being the #1 Fan tonight. I tried. I really did. I used the thunder sticks, I stomped my feet. I whistled and clapped. Partway through the third, I had to excuse myself. It wasn't the game, I just wasn't feeling well. And what happened next?

Liz took a check and an elbow to her head then went down hard. She stayed down. The paramedic assigned to the arena sprang to action. With our trainer, they braced her neck and she went off the ice on a stretcher...straight to the hospital. She'll be OK.

Shaken, the team finished the game and boarded the bus. We didn't advance to the semi's.

Pittsburgh went on to win the tournament. My reign as #1 Fan lasted just 24 hrs.

Guys- even Miss USA was given a second chance!