The Weird, Wild and Wacky World of Unicycle Hockey

It was a warm summer day when I arrived at an elementary school in northern Toronto, unsure of what I was getting myself into. I walked through various empty parking lots looking for someone I had never met before.

I had seen plenty of obscure hockey games in my life, but this was going to be something totally unique. Eventually, I found what I was looking for: two small nets the size of shoeboxes. A bundle of street-hockey sticks were wrapped up in the middle. A smiling man was unpacking his gear from the back of a hearse that was adorned with a license plate reading “UNICYCLE.” Finally, I was about to achieve a goal that I had pursued for many years: I was going to witness a game of unicycle hockey.