The locker room door swung open and a glorious mix of Tom Petty music and pungent hockey equipment wafted into the hallway. Inside, a group of teenagers laughed and cheered and sang as they celebrated a hard-earned victory.
Well, I won't back down. No, I won't back down ...
The scene felt like one big party, a bunch of childhood buddies having the time of their life at that exact moment. I thought to myself: Welcome to the high school state hockey tournament.
I don't remember the team, details of the game, the final score, or even the exact year. But I still remember that scene outside a winning locker room. I instantly understood why Minnesotans cherish the state hockey tournament and why the event takes such pride in its tradition and history.
You could see right there on those teenagers' faces.
As a native of the South, I didn't grow up around hockey. As kids, we didn't gather friends to play street hockey. We couldn't flood our backyards -- unless we wanted a makeshift swimming pool -- and had no concept of the term "ice time."
But it didn't take long to gain a respectful appreciation for what the hockey tournament means to this state, its fans and, in particular, those who aspire to play in it someday.
"It was the dream of all dreams," said Darby Hendrickson.