Marcus, Katie, Come on, let’s go! Come on!!! Narrator: The Canadian Hockey Mom is a proud creature, rising well before the sun to prepare her minivan to transport her young. Mom: Come on, kids! Let’s go, let’s go. Get ’em in there. Get ’em in there. Narrator: Once she arrives at the frozen habitat, she greets other hockey moms with her morning call. Mom: Hey Debby. Brisk as shit out there, eh? Debby: Oh, yeah. (chuckles) Narrator: After directing her children to the icy edge, she takes a protective position, the better to watch over them. Mom: Okay kids, let’s go, let’s go, let’s SKATE, Marcus! Come on, come on, let me see it. Narrator: The peculiar sound which the hockey mom makes is believed to be a form of encouragement. While seemingly aggressive in nature, this behaviour serves a purpose: To prepare her young for the NHL. Most however, do not make it. [Whistle] Debby: What the hell was that, Ref?! Penalty for what? Narrator: The Hockey Mom only exhibits true aggression when confronted by rivals. Mom: For hitting my kid, that’s what. Debby: Your kid took the fall! Mom: On a garbage hit?! What the hell are you talking about? Debby: Watch your tone, Bitch. Mom: You sit down and watch the game or I will end you, c– [Whistle] Narrator: For a more complete story of the Hockey Mom, why not wake up at 5 A.M. and go to a local rink? God … that’s early.