DUSTY BENDER

THE DUSTY BENDER STORY

Danglers in my day called anyone with suspect wheels and a marshmallow snapper a Bender. The youngsters who still have full flow and some dipsy-doodle call this same guy a Duster. Two eras, same player, different word. We shoved them together and built a company around it.

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Dusty Bender is made up of hockey players and hockey lovers — from seasoned pros and five-game Jungle B wannabes, to lads and lassies sharing the same bench after midnight. We design duds and lids and move tickers we'd wear ourselves, which is a lower bar than it sounds and a higher one than most clear.

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Here's what nobody tells you at fourteen: you don't stay a dangler forever. The wheels go. The mitts go and your dance and dash is gone before you even notice. The 10:40 Tuesday night tilt becomes the only ice you can get, and you take it, because the alternative is reruns on the couch.

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Dusters, Danglers, Bashers, Buffoons, Donkeys — we all get dressed in the same room eventually.

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​DUSTY BENDER...Still Lacing Up.