The first ever Women's Hockey Jamboree was held at Takhini Arena this weekend, and I must admit it was a fun series of games.

The women were battling it out for a beautiful set of trophies – a gold or pink spray-painted hockey skate topped with a golden or pink bra.

Lily Gontard, one of four coordinators of the tournament said they are trying to get the trophies displayed at the arena. The pink trophy was given to the last place team.

"We felt like there were no losers,” said Gontard.

Now that is a competition I want to be involved with.

Gontard said they will hold the tournament again next year, hopefully including more players from the communities.

At the playoffs Sunday, the women seemed determined to lift the trophies above their heads, with each team scoring goal after goal, but what they had that put them in a completely different league, beside's being women, is they had a team work aspect that seemed to stretch to their opponents too.

At one point, a white player slap-shotted a puck at the black team's goalie, and once the goaltender made an outstanding save off her stomach, the player stopped to make sure she was okay and help her up.

A few minutes later two players from opposite teams crashed into each other and fell to the ice while battling for the puck, and each one helped the other up and laughed it off while returning to play.

It may not have been full-contact hockey, but the ladies on the ice seemed to hit the boards and each other as if it were. It was a lot of fun, and I found that while many of the women were serious about winning those beautiful trophies, they had smiles on their faces like I've never seen at a hockey game. I really hope this tradition continues, and the event becomes an annual one. I especially hope the crowds are there for the next one.

This all reminds me of my foray into hockey when I was in Grade 4.

As I've mentioned before, I am so far from being an athlete, and when I do try my hand at a sport the outcome is usually ridiculous – such is the case with hockey.

In Kimberley, B.C. where I grew up there is an annual kids' road-hockey tournament called Platzl Hockey for elementary students. It's named that because it takes place in Kimberley's famous Platzl, a pedestrian-only street with shops and restaurants. Platzl in German means "meeting place,” I've been told.

My elementary school, called Meadowbrook, was just awful at sports. Everyone made fun of us, we were seen as the school full of wusses. We never won anything, but every winter when it was time for Platzl Hockey, for some reason we dominated.

Our team was called the Roadrunners.

I remember being an exceptionally violent player. I felt it was my duty to make up for our horrible sports record, so I learned to be sneaky with my illegal hits (all children out there, don't take my advice, I am very poor at sports as a result). My favourite hit was on a girl I didn't particularly like. I raised my stick up, as if I was going to take the world's-greatest slap shot (also not allowed in Platzl Hockey), but instead of hitting the ball I smashed my stick into her shins.

The referee didn't see exactly what happened, but the girl was given a penalty. It was my greatest success in sports, to date.

A few plays later the girl was allowed back in the game, and she got me back, much in the same manner – with a slap shot to the legs.

My second greatest achievement in sports was not crying.

The Roadrunners went on to take the tournament that year, and in Grade 5 in my second year on the team.

I went back and watched Platzl Hockey when I was in high school, and to my dismay out of the six elementary schools that enter in the tournament, every single one of them had a team entered called the Roadrunners.

I guess our legacy lives on.