01/04/2018
The HTRHA tips its cap, and says goodbye to one of its founding members, Darcy “Larson” Lynds, who left us suddenly, tragically. In the fledgling days of the organization, Lynds suited up for both The NARCS and Furious Fultons and as a veteran of the Duvall’s Rink Spring League he too bore the shin scars to prove it.
Stout, stick-sure, the defensive-minded Lynds out of East Mountain patrolled the back end (when multiple goaltenders were available) with a quiet ferocity. A word need not be uttered, for one to know how badly Darcy didn’t want you in the defensive zone; a squared stance turned to can opener in an instant, and the offending player was left splayed into the chain link fence.
Darcy was quiet, stoic and had an air of old school hockey that hung about him, and also the smoke of an occasional cigarette. While some cajoled, and others shouted Trurovian witticisms, Darcy merely stood watch, hands forever encased in the bulbous hockey gloves atop his stick, awaiting his shift.
The unofficial team van, a ‘95 Chevy Lumina, was also piloted by the stalwart defenseman. Gear bag in tow, which contained a veritable catalog, nay, museum of hockey equipment, there was enough for a game as long as the bag was around. Sometimes the Lumina brought its own net, as it rolled up to the many Truro church parking lots, basketball courts and cul-de-sacs, Phish or The Dead blaring from its windows. Long before the expansion of ’07 it was very much a nomadic league, with no home court. Larson was instrumental in our existence.
"We all squeezed the stick, and we all pulled the trigger / And all i remember is sitting beside you..."
Rest easy, big guy.
Lots of Love,
HTRHA
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