JMCx4
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This morning I finished reading the last few chapters of Black Ice: The Val James Story, by Valmore James & John Gallagher. It's a very easy read, with many short chapters and nothing complex in the writing. Some parts are raw, but most are thought provoking. And it's got some good hockey stories to tell along the way.
Where Breaking The Ice: The Black Experience in Professional Hockey, by Cecil Harris was a 3rd-party collection of stories about many of the black players familiar to North American hockey fans who succeeded in their struggle to "make it" in the NHL, Black Ice was a very personal story told by the son of hard-working African-American parents who didn't own his first pair of ice skates until he was almost 13 years old. Yet he managed to turn his size & increasing skills & the anger caused by cringe-worthy racial taunts he faced wherever he played into 10 seasons of pro hockey. He made it to the NHL via a call-up from Rochester to Buffalo in the 1981-82 season, making him the first Black American to play in the League. He logged a total of 11 NHL games with Buffalo & Toronto, so the majority of the book covers his time spent in minor hockey on Long Island then Junior A in Canada and finally his EHL & AHL experiences. You'll recognize many of the names of coaches & players he worked with over the years, but the lingering impression that I got from reading this book was summed up in the opening sentence of the final chapter: "Just like every other young black child born to southern sharecroppers, I dreamed of playing professional ice hockey ... ." The irony is not lost on the reader.
Where Breaking The Ice: The Black Experience in Professional Hockey, by Cecil Harris was a 3rd-party collection of stories about many of the black players familiar to North American hockey fans who succeeded in their struggle to "make it" in the NHL, Black Ice was a very personal story told by the son of hard-working African-American parents who didn't own his first pair of ice skates until he was almost 13 years old. Yet he managed to turn his size & increasing skills & the anger caused by cringe-worthy racial taunts he faced wherever he played into 10 seasons of pro hockey. He made it to the NHL via a call-up from Rochester to Buffalo in the 1981-82 season, making him the first Black American to play in the League. He logged a total of 11 NHL games with Buffalo & Toronto, so the majority of the book covers his time spent in minor hockey on Long Island then Junior A in Canada and finally his EHL & AHL experiences. You'll recognize many of the names of coaches & players he worked with over the years, but the lingering impression that I got from reading this book was summed up in the opening sentence of the final chapter: "Just like every other young black child born to southern sharecroppers, I dreamed of playing professional ice hockey ... ." The irony is not lost on the reader.
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