Hey boys, and Kylie. I’m Logan and Luke’s dad. I play on a hockey team called the St. Louis Blues Warriors. We are a team of disabled vets who didn’t grow up playing hockey we only dreamt of it. My team did something a couple weeks ago on the very rink you’ll play on tonight… Continue reading To the Fort Zumwalt West Hockey Club Stan says, “GO JAGS!!!”
I started this blog many months ago. I was aggravated by the parent of a kid I know who refuses to pay any attention to his own kid. I couldn’t exactly figure out what I was trying to say. I wanted to write about crappy parents, how much my kids mean to me, or maybe… Continue reading You Take the Good you Take the Bad You Take Them Both…
The Day I Forgot My Pants at Hockey Practice I’m not sure how many times my boys have run out of the locker room or texted me they forgot some major piece of equipment before a hockey game or a practice. I’ve raced back home, I’ve gone to the hockey equipment store, and rummaged through… Continue reading The Day I Forgot My Pants at Hockey Practice
Hello Warriors. It’s been a while since I have addressed the organization, and it seems like it’s time. If we hadn’t met, which seems likely with all the new faces, my name is Gabe “Pops” Zwilling. I proudly wear number 5 on the Gold team, formerly a member of Charlie, and Blue. I have been… Continue reading Not Just a Beer League
On November 10, 2022, I walked into Enterprise Center for a St. Louis Blues game. Something I have done I don’t know how many times ever since the Blues played at the Checkerdome. This time however, my heart was in my throat, and I was so nervous I could barely put a complete thought together… Continue reading Thank You Note to the St. Louis Blues and Torey Krug
My grandma Pauline is a Badass. Yes, that is a crude term, especially for your grandma, but I think it can also be a virtue. Badass isn’t just a swear word to describe someone that you don’t want to pick a fight with, although you do not want to pick a fight with Grandma Pauline. … Continue reading Grandma Pauline
A couple weeks ago Sirius XM had a limited time 24/7 Metallica channel going. This was to celebrate the anniversary of the "Black Album." On that album is a song called “Nothing Else Matters.” This was Metallica’s first love song. However, over the years I have applied the lyrics to various situations and or people. … Continue reading Nothing Else Matters
I hopped on Facebook this evening and was struck immediately by a large post from Facebook asking me to share COVID 19 vaccination information. Unfortunately, the next thing I read was a post about a friend of mine passing away. I scrolled down a few more posts and saw a friend had posted he had… Continue reading Vexed about Vaxxing
A couple weeks ago I went to Allen, TX to play in a hockey tournament with the St. Louis Blues Warriors. What I didn't realize was traveling with The Warriors made up of actual warriors would feel as much like a military deployment as it would a hockey tournament. This made it even more fun.… Continue reading Deploying with the Warriors
The past few months have seen a lot of hockey. Along with the hockey there came anxiousness, stress, anger, and pain. However, the sport we love also brought us healing and comfort at the same time. Logan ended his first high school hockey season in bitter fashion. Luke’s team made it to the State Championship… Continue reading Hockey Heals
“A little ditty 'bout Jack & Diane Two American kids growing up in the heart land.” I am struggling these days to not let anger and hatred take me over. To help I thought maybe I would write about love, happiness, and prayers answered. Maybe if I let some flow it will spread a little… Continue reading Jack and Diane
Jacked Up Dad 