Lost in translation

The other night, when we got in from the final hockey tryout and Cole found out he had made the team, he made four phone calls:

1. Dada

2. Claire

3. Grampy

4. Grandpapa

Louis was overjoyed, of course. He only missed the big event because it was draft night for his baseball team and no one was going to pick his team for him!

Claire was thrilled and shouted joyful thoughts through the phone.

Grampy was grumpy when he answered the phone not expecting his grandson to call at 10PM. But quickly realized who was calling and was very proud of his Cole only after making sure Cole was admonished to make sure he didn't let his studies slip, but congratulations anyway.

Grandpapa was asleep and Grandmaman took the message. Cole tried to explain but between Lise's preference for French and Cole's inability to find the right words resulted in her believing that Cole is now a hockey REF as opposed to him playing REP.

For those playing along: What is the difference? A ref skates around with a whistle and puts Cole in the penalty box on a regular basis. A REP hockey player represents his town and plays his heart out.

Louis, suspecting that there was some miscommunication, called Guy yesterday. He just finished telling me the story. Very comical. While explaining to his Dad what exactly Cole had accomplished really made it clear to me as well:

There are four elite hockey teams in Oakville: Triple A; Double A; Single A; and, Additional Entry. Space for 60 players in a hockey mad town. Not counting the elite teams, in our minor hockey association, in Cole's age group there are 26 teams of 15 players. That is 390 kids.

Cole did pretty well for himself.