The culture of being hockey parent is truly a mystery to anyone who has not been indoctrinated into the fold. Yes, some relate it to being a soccer parent, little league parent but there is nothing like waking up your little player in the wee hours of the morning, shoving something warm and nutritious into their mouths every time they yawn, driving to a rink in the dark, hauling out the gear and lugging it to a locker room located in the deep recesses of a rink; only to find you forgot your little player in the car..., dressing him/her while trying not to gag from the funky odor permeating the room. After all is said and done, you sit, feeling like a Popsicle, for an hour or more in a rink that doubles as the local freezer storage for the town. Afterward, you reverse the process of what you did an hour ago. Yep, nothing like being a hockey parent. Bob McKenzie hit the proverbial nail right on the head or should I say, one timed the frozen biscuit into the basket. Spending the whole weekend, camped out on a lawn chair at your local rink just for an opportunity to sign your little one up for an in house league? The stories he mentions in the book has all the hockey parents of the world nodding and laughing their heads off simultaneously. For those who have yet to wander down that path, are curious what makes a hockey parent tick or just want to get a good laugh, I highly recommend this book. It's a fast and easy read. I just picked up additional copies for our coaches.