My first hockey hero smoked a cigar in the crease during games. I can still see him, spitting the cigar at the right time and in the right place. I emulated him for a while. Masks were not acceptable early in my time as a goalie. A sign of cowardice it was viewed as. So, I could chew a cigar or a bit of "Red Man." All games were outside until 1965 when a private individual built an indoor sheet, God less him! But, once we moved inside rules changed. The game became more civilized. Civilized hockey ... an oxymoron for sure.