After a year of work behind the scenes to make it happen, on Sunday night, the first new club in my state in fifty years had our first game on the ice. We're playing at B Grade (in Australia, that's still a fair way off North American standards), and our opponents obviously were worried about being the first team to play us, so stacked their team with 5 players that had been playing at A Grade level for the past 5+ years.
Not a fantastic result for us, going down 7-0, but I'm only disappointed about two of them. 40 shots on goal to 14 tells me we had other issues in our game, but there was a consistent improvement from one period to the next. Since it's the first time we've played together as a team, against an experienced opponent, we're happy to move forward.
Honestly, just standing in my crease just before the opening puck drop, looking forward at five other players wearing our jersey, I couldn't have been prouder of the work we've done to get to that point. On our opponent's bench was one of the founding members of our state's hockey league (just hit 50 years) in tears that he was there to witness the birth of another club.