February 8, 2002
Sharpening his skill
Ben Kovic checks blades
and philosophizes about the allure of the arena
Ben Kovic has a passion
for arenas. Its obvious to anyone walking by the small room at the end
of the hall in Iqaluits Arctic Winter Games Arena where Kovic sharpens
skates. Chair of the territorys wildlife management board by day, by night
Kovic transforms into, well, a rink rat.
Its Saturday morning
and Kovic has just finished sharpening the blades of his 13-year-old son Brian.
Still wearing a Nunavut Wildlife Management Board baseball cap, he smiles as
parents and hockey kids stream by the rooms open window.
"I like the people,"
he says, trying to explain why he spends most of his free time near the ice.
"People you meet in arenas are always friendly and theyre hockey
families, or hockey moms and dads." Kovic, too, is a hockey dad. His daughter
and two of his sons will be playing hockey during the Arctic Winter Games in
March.
Kovic was awarded the skate-sharpening
contract for the city in October, and since he has a monopoly, he may be spending
more time sequestered in his small sharpening room than rink side. He expects
to be sharpening for about 50 hours during the week of the games, and his eldest
son has been trained to use an older piece of equipment at the citys older
skating venue. But, Kovic says, if hes in the arena, hes happy.
"I think its
the atmosphere," he says, readjusting his cap and smiling slightly. "The
roughness of it. The odour muscular odour whatever it is, the
arena is so different from any facility. You know, you go to a community hall
its like going into hospital. But the arena is a rugged, beautiful place.
I guess its almost like creating an artwork out of a boulder something
like that."
Kovic left his Coral Harbour
home at age 13 to go to school in Churchill, Man. It was there he discovered
hockey and the allure of the rink.
He played hockey for a
while, and then went on to coach, returning to Nunavut in 1969. His kids
interest in the sport gave him an opportunity to throw himself into it again.
Apart from knowing how to put a gleam on the blades, he has a Level 2 coaching
accreditation and a trainers certificate
As he waits for customers,
Kovic ponders the new arena of which hes now a part. The smell isnt
quite right yet, he says.
"Itll get there
after the AWG. Right now theres so much rubber on the floors, all you
can smell is rubber," he says. "But its well laid out and I
think its a comfortable place for athletes to be in. Its bright,
compared to the old one, but I think were still going to miss the old
arena."
Kovic hopes the city will
keep all the equipment from the old arena after it closes in April because,
he says, the city is growing rapidly and will eventually need another venue
for sporting events.
Two teenaged girls emerge
from the dressing room in full hockey gear. They pause and speak with him in
Inuktitut, asking how much it will cost to get their skates sharpened.
"Five bucks,"
Kovic says. The two sharpening machines in the little room are worth about $10,000.
They were supplied by the city, but Kovic has to rent the space in the arena
from the recreation department.
The girls discuss whether
to have the procedure done before or after they hit the ice.
"You do it before,
youll perform better," Kovic says. "It takes only a couple of
minutes to do a pair."
One of the girls takes
off a hockey skate adorned with a heart sticker and places it on the counter
for Kovic to inspect.
He has a flat-edged instrument
that lies across the blade to show if the edge is level. "Theyre
a little crooked. But not bad," he says. He picks up one of his sons
skates from the floor beside him and shows the girl.
"Thats how shiny
theyre supposed to be. These are rough," he says, gesturing to her
skate, "So youre going to skate slower, youll get tired easier."
The girl gives Kovic a
go-ahead nod. He places the skate, blade up, into a large machine that resembles
a circular saw and flicks the on switch. The machine is connected to an industrial-style
vacuum, which noisily sucks up metal particles.
After fussing with some
settings, Kovic lifts the arm on the machine and gently places the grinding
surface down on the skate blade. Sparks fly as he pulls the arm toward him,
flattening the top of the blade as he goes. A couple of passes later and he
pauses to balance a piece of metal across the blade. Its level.
To put a finishing shine
on the blade, he slides the sponge end of a bottle across it and wipes it off.
He slides his fingernail on the edge of the blade and a tiny bit is razored
off the perfect sharpness.
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