A NIGHT TO REMEMBER
By Kamlesh Patel
November 2 1999
It was one cold January day in 97, I had received an
important phone call from my friend Real. I had been waiting
for that call to let me know when our hockey league would
begin play for the winter season. The news was not good,
our league had folded and we were left hanging!
To say that the news was devastating would be an understatement.
I was in shock! No hockey league? It was as if the world had ended.
The next few days I was desperately trying to recover emotionally.
And I must say that it was a futile effort.
Then about a week or so later, I received another phone call from
Real. I think it was a week, although I’ve no clue as those days
felt like years to me. Apparently our friend Ronen had been
playing in a league at Westmount High on Friday Nights and his
team was short of players regularly. He was wondering if we
would be interested in playing with him. At the time I certainly
didn’t understand the importance of that phone call. It was one
of those significant moments in one’s life! I realized that soon
Okay so the next Friday, Real and I went down to Westmount to
experience playing in this league that Ronen had invited us to play
in. I saw the gym, pretty good size for 4 on 4 hockey. While
watching the game being played, I noticed that there was almost
no violence. This was revolutionary to me as I had spent a couple
of years of avoiding being hospitalized rather than enjoying
playing hockey in our former league.
Wow I was really excited to get out on that gym floor. That
night we were going to play with the Screaming Maniacs. Real
and I met their Captain Peter Knapp, and he introduced us to
the other players Paul, Chris, Angelo and Joe. They seemed like
a friendly group, but I had only met them and was uncertain.
We have all witnessed the Jeckle and Hyde transformations
that some people have been known to experience when they
That first game was too much fun! I had the privilege of
playing with some excellent players. There was Peter Knapp
accepting a mediocre pass from me and scoring a beautiful
goal. Then there was Paul Iacurto, who fed me a pass in the
slot that was so accurate, well you couldn’t place the ball
any better if you carried it and put it on the floor with your
hands. And I managed to score on the play, actually I could
almost say that Paul deflected the ball off my stick and into
the net. Then of course there was Real blocking shots and
smothering the opposing forwards as he always does. In the
third period I scored off an accurate point shot, it was more
luck rather than skill of course. But no one knew that and
I wasn’t about to enlighten anyone. In retrospect it was a
“NIGHT” to remember! I was having the time of my life!
It was a great place to play, no question. After the game
Peter asked us if we wanted to continue playing with them.
There was no question, we were going to play there anytime!
And the fact that we were asked to play for the Screaming
Maniacs, well it certainly was an honour.This was our
introduction to the CASC!
This was a "NIGHT" that I'll always remember.