Author: Amanda Thornton

2024-2025 MGHA All the Way Award Winners

Here are this year’s winners and the nice things their teams had to say about them! Congrats to all the winners!

brat but it’s a hockey team – Logan Anderson On a positive team with a web of support amongst the players, it’s difficult to choose. Logan was one of our players who switched from L1, which is a big leap, and worked hard to successfully integrate into L2. But beyond his positive energy, Jayne Gretzky helped raise funds for the league at the annual Turnabout show, benefiting all league members and Classic participants. Logan all the way!

bRed – Sarah Quinn Mehrkens Quinn exemplifies the MGHA all the way. She brings a certain joie de vivre to the locker room and bench. She is always positive and supportive of her teammates. She was willing to play any position (except goalie, but who can blame her there). And, she has the best bread-related cheers! We are a better team for having her on it.

Dark Magic – Tevis Linser Tevis always brings a great attitude to the games, he is a very skilled player who does a great job incorporating his teammates into the game.

GeriHattricks – John Stephany He’s tall and he makes every game fun, no matter what the score is. John has been a consistently positive teammate both on the ice and on the bench. It’s great to hear his encouragement from the bench during the game!

Homo Depot – Sonny Graves Sonny has infectious energy and always cheering loudly to encourage teammates!

Ice-O-Topes – Anna Celaya Anna is an unselfish player who really models the MGHA way! She consistently sets up teammates for scoring opportunities, even when she could be taking shots herself. She’s been willing to step in and help coach the team when captains are gone and she was one of the first people to volunteer to bake treats for the team! A rockstar!

IceKEA – Jude Delinger Jude has grown astronomically in confidence throughout the season, and is always such a positive presence in the locker room and on the bench.

Mustard Militia – Travis Kraemer Travis shows up to every game and practice ready to play and is willing to play any position. Travis is quick on his skates, knows his positioning, and is a great teammate!

Oops! All Kermits! – Sam Hess Sam is the embodiment of Kermit spirit, from making sure our mascot’s there to cheer us on, to coming up with on-theme pre-period chants. Not to mention always being a supportive teammate, from locker-room to bench to on-ice and beyond. It’s been a delight to be on Sam’s team this year, and see the life he brings to the team. For Miss Piggy!

Peppermint Patties – Erich Manthey Erich is not only a talented goalie, but he’s a chill guy on and off the ice. He’s passionate, but doesn’t get overly intense or down on himself or teammates. He’s been a positive force all season through wins and losses, and he’s always the first to lift up his teammates between periods.

Pineapples Under the Sea – Rob Kalejta Rob was not a named captain for our team this year, but he provided a lot of leadership by example. In addition to directing traffic and creating lots of opportunities for us on the ice, he also helped keep us organized and accountable to our team strategies by consistently communicating with teammates during line changes. We appreciate how well he exemplified the MGHA Way!

The Pollinators – Gloria Ambrowiak Gloria is always happy, willing to play anywhere, and sub for other teams that need help. Gloria is continuously learning and generous with the puck, a fantastic teammate and human!

Red W(h)ine Supernova – Alpha Boldhart Alpha is the friendliest and most enthusiastic human!! I have been on a team with them multiple times now, and every time they are the player who makes me feel the most welcome, and brings the best energy into the locker room and on the ice. They have excellent on-ice dance moves and truly make the league fun to play in. I am so grateful every time I am on a team with them!!

Rink Pony Club – Jen Gihring Jen always has a positive, upbeat energy and is fun to be around. She makes everyone feel at ease and gives us lots of laughs!She always brought the energy to our games. Jen is a great player and teammate!

RoyalTeas – Emma Carroll Emma is a wonderful player to have on the team, and a fierce defense keeping our team strong!

Tealetubbies – Abi Conners Abi had a stellar first year in the MGHA. She has a positive attitude and encouraging outlook. She gives detailed feedback and coached us to see our growth in each small moment. Her dedication to supporting individuals, fostering teamwork, and creating an environment where everyone feels valued makes her an irreplaceable asset. She goes  “all the way” to ensure that the game remains enjoyable for everyone involved. Thanks for being you, Abi!

We All Scream – AJ Rezin AJ is an absolute light on our team. They also are a leader. From organizing our team’s group chat, making sure our locker room playlist was on point, hosting a cookie decorating party during the holidays with our team, and staying late after every game just to chat with their fellow teammates – AJ brings positivity to everything they do – and truly makes it fun to be on the ice every Sunday. As a new player to the MGHA this year, they quickly learned what the MGHA way meant, and exuded that in everything they did this year!

Yeti to Rumble – Mandy Morrow Mandy is overall a great captain. She was very efficient with her emails which included hockey videos on positioning, which helped me learn my position better. I admire how willing she is to share her knowledge, lead others, and help coach and assist other players. She shows the MGHA way all the way!

Mandy Morrow – What Gay Hockey Means to Me – 2024-2025 Essay

This essay is written in three parts: 1) My Hockey Story, 2) My LGBTQ Story, and 3) What Gay Hockey Means to Me.

My Hockey Story:

I have loved hockey all my life. I grew up going to hockey games with my family, watching college and professional hockey on TV, and talking about hockey for as long as I can remember but never playing it. When I was young, we would go skating at the local park as a family, and while taking breaks from the ice, I would watch the big boys play on the lit-up, fenced-in hockey rink. I was silently envious because I couldn’t join them—first, I was a girl, and second, I was too small. But sometimes when it wasn’t busy, I would go out and skate on that hockey rink and pretend that I was playing with the big boys. 

Growing up in Minnesota, I recall having a cheap, kid-friendly street hockey set with a rolling puck, plastic hockey sticks, and a small net. We’d play out in the street, on someone’s big driveway, or in the local cul-de-sac. Like many kids, I distinctly remember yelling “CAR!” and diving out of the way whenever we’d be interrupted by someone driving through the neighborhood.

When I was 7 or 8, my parents enrolled me in figure skating lessons, thinking maybe I would enjoy learning to skate better. After only a few lessons, I knew one thing about figure skating: I hated that damn toe pick. I asked for (more like demanded :D) hockey skates and was obliged. I finished the remainder of the lessons with my own hockey skates.

When the opportunity presented itself to try playing girls’ hockey in late elementary school, my mom gave me a choice: you can play hockey or you can play softball, but not both. But secretly, my dad pulled me aside and told me I should continue playing softball because hockey was too expensive, and we really couldn’t afford it. Later in life, he told me that he was also afraid I wouldn’t enjoy hockey because I was brand new to it and would not be the best player. He was afraid I would give up on hockey and then never go back to softball. Oh, how little he knew me at that time.

Regardless, I continued to play softball throughout high school and was happy with my choice. I became a 4-season athlete: tennis, cross-country skiing, track, and softball. I was also in several extracurriculars, one of which was marching band. As a part of our band grade, we were required to participate in a certain number of pep band events. I loved playing my trumpet, so I signed up for every event that didn’t conflict with my activities, but my favorite pep band events were always ice hockey. While others in the band would goof off and head to the lobby to buy snacks/sodas, I vigilantly watched the games. At one point, I even considered signing up to be a hockey cheerleader just so I could attend all the boys’ games and skate on the ice, but I was never, nor will I ever be “cheerleader material.”

My LGBTQ+ Story:

In high school, I had a lot of queer friends (especially in marching band and drama!), but I never considered myself a part of the LGBTQ+ community. I was an ally and the occasional gay beard for a closeted friend, but at that time I wasn’t a member of the Gay-Straight Alliance, and I “knew” I was straight–more like I was afraid to think differently. I came from a religious background where some people considered homosexuality a sin. While my hometown was large and had a variety of beliefs and ideologies, being openly gay in high school was still unsafe, and my friends who came out were incredibly brave.

Fast forward to college, when I joined the softball team as a walk-on. I played with the team for only part of my first year before quitting due to illness, but this was the very first space I can remember where I was around openly gay women. I know the stereotype about softball players is not (always) true, but in this case, it applied. It was also the first time I was in a sex-positive space. 

At first, I’ll admit I was uncomfortable. I’d never been around women who were so open about their sexuality, but in the end, it allowed me to start to self-reflect and explore. That year, in some of my exploratory choices, I made out with a female friend at a party and realized I liked it. But with that feeling of attraction also came a boatload of traumatic guilt, so I put my feelings for women on the back burner and didn’t acknowledge them again for a long time.* 

Many folks say college is an awakening, a space where you learn about yourself, grow, and become the adult you were meant to be. It’s cliché, and I cannot say that was entirely true for me. Were my eyes opened to new experiences? Absolutely. Did I grow as a human? Obviously, yes. Did I awaken into a new person? No. 

I went to one of the most liberal seminaries in the country for graduate school. Many of my colleagues were LGBTQ+, and many became close friends. One of them, let’s call her Leah, was the first to recognize that I wasn’t as straight as I presented. Reflecting on it now, I wonder if her friendship was because of initial attraction or my need for a gay female mentor. Either way, I looked up to her. She was who I wanted to be. I wanted to be open about my sexuality and be content to publicly be who I truly am, without shame, guilt, or the fear that others will judge me. Nothing became of that relationship except friendship, but I learned so much from her and I am still grateful for her.

What Gay Hockey Means to Me:

This is where my two stories from above combine. In the summer of 2018, I was completely broke and miserable in graduate school; I needed a change in my life before depression took full hold. All my romantic relationships during that time had failed because I wasn’t being my true self, and I didn’t even have the energy to try. Therefore, I quit graduate school and eventually accepted a job at the University of Wisconsin–Madison in an IT-adjacent role. 

In my new position, I wanted to network with folks across campus, so I joined the IT Professionals Committee, where I met Amanda, the (at the time) president of the MGHA. She was exceptionally intimidating at first: someone who had been in the IT industry for a while, who was charismatic and professional, and who also played hockey. (Don’t tell her, but I may have weaseled my way into her circle just so we could become friends.) She knew of my love of hockey, and after a few years of cajoling, she finally convinced me that I should apply to play hockey in the MGHA. 

(My previous arguments and Amanda’s responses: I haven’t skated in ages – doesn’t matter, it’ll come back; I can’t afford gear because of graduate school debt – we’ll help you get some; how will I know if I like it? — *Amanda just laughs in my face*)

I couldn’t have imagined what a community of queer hockey folks would look like, especially because I never thought such a thing could exist. I had never heard of a queer sports league. I expected a small group of players and only a few teams, not the second largest (and now largest!) gay hockey league in the world. I was hesitant but excited to see what I was signing up for. 

Before I applied, Amanda warned me that I might not have priority because I wasn’t LGBTQ, but I disclosed to her that I was bisexual, just not very open about it. However, I decided at that moment that if I joined the MGHA, I would be my true self. I was done being afraid of what others thought and I wasn’t going to hide my queerness anymore.

What surprised me the most at our first practices and events was how welcoming everyone was. I also realized I knew quite a few people who played in the league already or who were joining along with me. I had been in a few queer spaces and been to a few gay bars in the past, but I never felt like I belonged in those spaces. Being bisexual makes me feel like we’re LGBTQ+ “lite” because we have both heterosexual and homosexual relationships, but unless we’re in a homosexual relationship we’re not a part of the “club.” I had never had a serious relationship with a woman yet, so I always felt like an outsider, more ally than member.

I have now played 4 seasons of hockey with the MGHA, and they have changed my life for the better. I have learned so much about playing hockey and I love being on the ice instead of in the stands. I have also made huge strides in being myself both on and off the ice. It has been so freeing to stop holding back who I am. I am a proud bisexual woman.

I have had a few crushes and a relationship stemming from my time in MGHA, but my highlight has been the friendships I have made and rekindled from hockey and the new social circles I find myself in. I have finally come out of my shell, and I feel more confident than ever, all because of my time playing in a gay hockey league.

So, what does gay hockey mean to me? It means the world.

*Funny side story: As a part of the softball team, we were so sex-positive that we painted boobs on the school’s bench (the equivalent to most schools’ painted rock) in the fall with the expectation that it would stir up some drama. Normally it would have to stay up for at least 48 hours and so the alumni returning for homecoming would see it and be concerned. Sadly, it was painted over 10 hours later and so the story just became a legend. (https://morningside.advantage-preservation.com/viewer/?k=spoonholder&i=f&d=01011897-12312010&m=between&ord=k1&fn=scan_20020117_20061207_0376&df=1&dt=10)

Justin Wilder – What Gay Hockey Means to Me – 2024-2025 Essay

As a very closeted gay kid who grew up in South Central Wisconsin, I tried literally every sport in the book.  I tried every sport for the same reason many other young kids try a sport…  to fit in and find a community of people that could be your friends.  Unfortunately, team sports became another place for bullying that so many LGBTQ+ folks encounter not only in team sports, but in everyday life.

As a kid, from the time I started to walk my parents put a pair of skates on my feet.  I can’t remember a time where I didn’t know how to skate.  I was a competitive speedskater (see:  individual sport) but eventually lost the interest – as many teens do.  As a teen, I hated physical education classes – especially team sports.

Fast forward to 2023.  I had just taken a new job at the University of Wisconsin and a former MGHA board member, Bryan Zaramba, invited me to a work gathering of fellow LGBTQ+ staff, faculty and students at the Wisconsin School of Business.  I had absolutely no intention of talking hockey and, come to think of it, couldn’t even tell you how we got on the topic of conversation.  The gist is…  Bryan said I should sign up for the Madison Gay Hockey Association.  My response, “Seriously?!”

You see, I had plenty of horrible experiences in team sports as a kid – why on earth would I want to repeat those experiences as an adult.  As Bryan and I talked, he told me the basics of the league.  A league that caters to queer folks who, like me, may have had really awful experiences in school or team sports.  That was the day my interest was piqued.  I signed up for 2023 but as I soon found out, the league was full and I would have to wait until 2024.  

When I received a recruitment email for 2024, I knew I wanted in!  My husband and I were expecting the birth of our son in October of 2024 and I thought having an outlet to do something outside the house would be a good thing for all parties.  Little did I know that, signing up for the league, I would be signing up not just for a team – but a community of people that I now consider some of my dearest, most cherished friends.

On my first day at MGHA, I had the opportunity to meet just a few of the amazing people who would become part of my new hockey family.  My now teammate and good friend AJ sat next to me on the grass outside the ice rink.  We both had never played hockey before.  AJ explained that they had never skated.  We hit it off right away and I knew then that if everyone was like AJ, this would be a lot of fun.  But AJ is just one person…  everyone can’t be like AJ, right?

It turns out everyone, in some way, was exactly like AJ.  Everyone came to hockey for the same reason – to be a part of a community of like-minded people who wanted a safe place to learn something new, get physical exercise, or a chance to try and find that they could be successful in a team sport.  

So, what does gay hockey mean to me?  Madison Gay Hockey gave me the opportunity to find a part of myself that, for a very long time, I thought was off-limits.  I know my limitations, especially when it comes to sports, and I thought I had no business playing a team sport – especially hockey.  MGHA gave me a chance to prove to myself that coming to the rink, just as I am, is more than okay – in fact, it is celebrated.  

MGHA has become such a strong part of my life that I literally tell everyone I know about it.  Friends, co-workers, people I just met!  I am beyond proud to play with an organization that celebrates people like me.  The friendships I have had the opportunity to make are beyond anything I could have anticipated.  

On October 11, my husband and I welcomed our son to the world.  I had just met many of these new people from hockey and, surely, they wouldn’t want to hear me gush about my child.  I was so wrong.  Not only did they want to hear about my child, and see pictures of my child, but they wanted to celebrate with us.  No matter how you look at it, that is a special community of people.

That’s what MGHA is to me.  A beautiful community of people who simply wants the best for each other.  Hockey just happens to be the device we use to come together as a league.  To be sure, there is definitely competition…  and there are some tough plays and even tougher hits (I can definitely attest to the latter) but at the end of the day, we aren’t a league that is just about hockey.  We are a league that loves to see how people grow through that amazing (and, at times, slightly frustrating) vehicle that is hockey.  While we may leave everything out on the ice during competition, the friendships, community and family stay with us in and out of the rink.

Susan Nolan – What Gay Hockey Means to Me – 2024-2025 Essay

A draft of cold air struck me as I stood in front of the vast expanse of barren ice. It pierced my padded torso like a splinter to my heart. The chill crept down my heavy gear, sinking down all the way to my poorly tied skates. It’s here, at the maw of the frozen dragon that a thought drifted over me: 

“What am I doing here? Why would I try hockey, let alone skating, for the first time in my thirties? What does hockey mean to me anyway? It’s just some stupid sport” 

The doubts heavied my mind, pushing me down into my skates that had called to the ice and froze me in place. 

“Doing okay?” A voice rang out, cracking into the frozen grip that had begun to encase my entire being. Though still too frozen to turn towards the source, I felt my lips could yet answer. 

“No.” I answered candidly. “I think I may be having a panic attack.” I threw out my lifeline, hoping that while the rink seemed to open and swallow me whole, I could at least be myself and not have to hide my feelings. 

“That’s okay. Is it alright if I stand by you then?”, his voice warm called against my frozen terror. He didn’t slip by me like others, but yet did not assume I needed saving. His presence was like a flickering campfire, inviting me to stay. Warm. Cozy. Handsome. 

The thought shattered the spell, snapping me back to the task at hand. 

The invitation to stay had to be declined, less I stay by the fire and never face the frozen beast. I turned to the rink again, realizing the fear had raked its icy fingers across my mind. Gone from my memories is the man who stood beside me, but the passion he ignited remained. 

Before me, the swirling blizzard subsided. Stood now in its place, a wintery wonderland. I heard laughter and sounds of joy alongside words of reassurance and welcome from all those around. I take one last weak breath and push myself off on unstable footing into the rink. The ice sparkled and glistened, and I was reminded of the twinkle of his eyes. His eyes? Who was he? I guess I’ll thank him later.

The next time I faced the rink; I greeted it in sneakers. In return, the magical ice beckoned me in with cautious curiosity. That would be the day I found out who the others on my team were. 

Would they be new to hockey like me? Or would I be laughed off the team for my lack of skill. I ambled about the ice making small talk with those around me. Hoping I can make a friend. A connection. Anything. 

I was assured I would be assigned a team but slowly watched as group after group got called off the ice. At worst, I’d be asked to leave and never come back. At best, I’d be the last kid picked in gym class. 

Finally, I, among the small handful of others all last picked, were pulled off the ice into the bleachers. Though my fears whispered I would still be axed, the figure before me announced himself as our captain. He introduced his husband, another captain, who passed around cookies. Our team color, he announced, would be white; as if the ice rink still mocked me with its frost. 

As we nervously chewed on our baked goods, we began to introduce ourselves.  

This one has been with the gay hockey association for a few years, that one for a few more. This other one transferred from another league, and another practiced all summer. I introduced myself and told my tale of new beginnings on the ice. They listened and laughed at my stories and woes and assured me I’d fit right in. I then headed home with doubts held close and waited for our first game. 

Game day came too quickly, and we met in the locker room. Only this time, I was not alone with my nerves as they lingered in the air. Our captains had an announcement: the name of our ragtag group. We were declared “We All Scream”; an ode to ice cream and my insides. 

Though the name implied, I was still taken aback by the sweetness all around me. One woman took me under her wing and taught me that was a hockey pun. My co-captain helped to tie my skates and the whole team agreed how shot our nerves were. 

The time had finally come for us to head out on the ice. The rink had shifted again, casting a deafening silence all around. I was to start the first game of the season on the ice, known as the starting line. I wobbled my way to position, face to face with my opponent. His terror did not match my own.  

And then, unceremoniously the puck dropped; the game had started. There had been no gong, no starting gun, nothing grandiose. I did not, as I had hoped, magically gain skill to fit my narrative. Instead, I watched as the players around me moved at both lightning speed and slow-mo. I decided to make my move and as I did, my skates decided against it. I lay flat on the ice looking for some hint that the rink itself had raised and trip me. Slowly I began to realize that I had tripped on my own.  

With panic and embarrassment, my body called for the safety of the bench.  Without the skill to stand up, I made the only choice I could. On hands and kneepads, I crawled across the ice. When I reached the sideline, my teammate took my position on the field without comment. Did they not see me? Were they too fighting their own battle with the rink? Or was I finally in a place without judgement? 

I pondered this during my escapes from the ice. Each shift was like a spoonful of ice cream with a stomachache. I watched the time tick backwards on the clock until finally my sentence was served. The buzzer shrieked across the rink ordering my release. The game had ended in a tie. My coaches explained to me a tie was the best outcome. They said a tie implied each team was balanced. I don’t remember the other team’s player that had to crawl off the ice.  

As we undressed in the locker room, my coaches pointed out plays and players that had done well. They awarded players with a puck, signifying their hard work and awarding them player of the game. Though not excluded from the praise, my swelling feet and welling tears caused any words to fall on deafened ears. The only words I could make out were “see you next week.” 

The following week, I was absent from the game. As I laid in my bed with my stuffed-up nose and sore throat, I couldn’t help but wonder if the ice was to blame. Even though I was feeling better than days prior, I still had felt the growing numbness of my frozen core. “I should skip this week” the chilled voice echoed in my head “It’s just some dumb sport”.  

The next week I had known I was to miss since the beginning of the season. I had a concert to go to with my family and had not touched my skates in weeks. I had figured I would have more fun at the concert anyway. And maybe, I had thought, I would skip the next week too. That would bring me to the winter break and I could pick it up next year.   

But just as the thought had formed, it was crowded out by a push notification that appeared on my phone. An email. From one of my coaches. Both of my coaches? I had received a few. They were worried about me and hoped I was doing well. They did not berate me for missing games or even mention it at all. They had just reached out to make sure I was okay. They cared. 

I thought back to the frozen tundra of an ice rink where I had fought to survive several weeks earlier. Moments ago, I was sure it was a dangerous pitfall, that I would be foolish to return to. But then the frozen blizzard shifted, and I saw my coaches skating upon it. The winter winds blew quickly by, but as I focused, I saw faces. My coaches were joined by the woman who had helped mentor me, and my other teammates. One by one they joined on the ice; laughing, smiling, eating ice cream.  As they passed me by each one invited me to join them. During a break in the line of skaters, I looked towards the center of the rink as the whirlwind raged on. Staring straight back at me was a warm, burning campfire. Sitting at the fire stood the twinkling eye of the storm. 

The following week was met at in the locker room with warm greetings and hearty welcomes. We talked about my concerts and my sickness, but never my absence. That was handwaved with a simple “we’re happy to have you back”. They helped to tie my skates and we made our way onto the rink for the game. But this time I did not greet the ice alone. My team had helped to warm my heart, and I was determined not to let them down.  

We lost that game. The other team was skating fast and playing hard . We had lost by only one point. It was exhilarating to try and keep up with them and everyone was having fun. I was still full of adrenaline as we made our way back to the locker room. It pumped through my ears so loudly; I could barely hear my coaches announce me as player of the game. 

I did a double take. Me? Surely not. I was nowhere near as good as my teammates.  

And yet, my coaches had seen past that. They had seen my hard work and determination. They appreciated that I was trying not because of my skill, but my lack of it. They knew what it was like to be in my skates and recognized me for trying my best. They welcomed me for who I was. 

To celebrate, the woman who took me under her wing took me to the Eagle’s Nest; A spot above the rink for players to hang out between games. There we had drinks, and I was introduced to more players from all the different teams. Each one greeted me with kindness and included me in one conversation.  

As most of the players moved on and conversation dwindled, I turned in my chair to see a man approach the woman who had mentored me. He was on the team we had just lost to. Even though we had not been introduced, and I wished not to eavesdrop, I could not help being drawn in by his aura. He spoke of his pets, and as he did, his passion and care for them was carried in his tone. Each word like a loving embrace. As my eyes focused on his lips, I couldn’t help but find myself falling for his adorable smile.  

He finally must have felt me staring as his gaze shifted to me. It was then that I saw his eyes sparkle just like the ice on the rink. It was in his eyes I saw the magic of the ice, shifting to frozen lakes full of joy and wonder. The magic twinkled in his eyes. 

Though he had invited me to his birthday, I would not see him again until New Year’s Eve. With the newfound confidence installed in me, I told him I wanted him to be my New Year’s kiss. Speechless, his nodding head informed me of his approval of my plan. We kissed for the first time at midnight and the warmth of the fireworks of our kiss melted the splinter deep within my heart. 

 It is now the end of my first season of Madison Gay Hockey. Our final match ended with a victory. My team is in the finals and my only game left is the championship match. In my hand, my second puck for Play of the Game, earned for showing tremendous growth and becoming a confident player. My boyfriend and his twinkling eyes are waiting for me in the car. I take a moment to greet my friend, the rink, and think one last time: 

“What does hockey mean to me anyway?” 

The question that has led to my fairytale ending. Who would have expected that finding my community and a place to belong would lead to me discovering my truth and truly understanding that confidence comes from within. Hockey may still be just a stupid sport, but Madison Gay Hockey has meant I become more than I could ever dream. 

And while I may have made a home in Madison with my Prince Charming and our 4 pets, I have a feeling that this fairytale is far from over. There are more seasons to come and more stories to tell, but one thing is certain: 

Madison Gay Hockey means to me happily ever after. 

ALL THE WAY AWARDS – Nominate a teammate!

TL;DR Please fill out All the Way Awardnomination for your team by Wednesday 3/12 https://forms.gle/NdioQEvKhnvU4JHD7

Hard to believe the end of the season is coming up in a few weeks. That means it’s time to pick a player on your team for the MGHA All the Way Award! The All The Way Award is awarded to the player on your team who you think best highlights the MGHA Way. This might be a new player who showed up and gave it their all with a smile despite having never having skated before, an advanced player who led your team both on and off the ice, a returning player who made everyone in your locker room feel welcome and included, the person who always cheered the loudest on your bench, the player who had the most heart or the most assists. It might be you! There are purposely lots of ways to interpret this. Who made your season better? Who on your team best exemplified the mission and spirit of the MGHA? Submit your nomination by end of day Wednesday March 12th https://forms.gle/NdioQEvKhnvU4JHD7

The survey has 3 questions (plus one optional) and the nice things you say about your teammate may be published in a post and possibly read out loud on Championship Night (3/30)!

Examples of previous nominations:

{Player} was new to the league this year, but immediately took to the concept of playing the MGHA way. As an experienced player, they quickly learned how to adjust their play style, and always worked collaboratively with their linemates to help create plays. On the bench and in the locker room, {player} was always upbeat and inclusive. They even dyed their hair blue to match our team’s jerseys!

{Player} exemplifies a team player. They volunteered to play whatever position was needed even though they preferred defense. Over and over they quietly explained the MGHA way, making everyone feel welcome and giving them a chance to succeed. 

Here is last season’s post about the winners for more examples https://www.madisongayhockey.org/all-the-way-award-winners-2023-2024/

2023-2024 “What Gay Hockey Means to Me” Essays Published and Winner Announced

Every year, the MGHA asks our community to reflect on their experience and prompts everyone to write an essay on “What gay hockey means to me”. This year we had 3 people respond and as always, these essays reflect the beauty and diversity of meaningful experiences.

Click the links below to read the full essay.

Jon’s Essay and Profile
Jon’s 2023-2024 essay won this year and will be featured in Our Lives Magazine.

Paul’s Essay and Profile

Thanks to everyone who participated this year – you mean the world to us!

Paul Weber – Ode to the Bleacher Creatures – 2023-2024 Essay

An Ode to my Fellow Bleacher Creatures by Paul Weber

I’ve always been tempted by these essay submissions, mostly as a way to contribute to a league that has already given me so much. But, I hesitated for years because, in a way, I felt like I didn’t have this ‘rising from the ashes’ story about my entry into gay hockey that warrants an essay. Maybe something that might warrant an Oscar nod in the ‘made for movies’ remake of my life. 

Nope – you’re not getting that here. 

My beginnings with the league started pretty simple. Following a cute boy around that I recently started dating, he invited me to join him on a Sunday night to watch a round of games at Hartmeyer arena. As I walked into the unassuming ice rink, I was greeted by that ‘smell.’ It’s not hockey sweat. It’s not concession stand popcorn. No, it’s Zamboni exhaust. Super healthy to inhale, I’m sure – yet high-inducing every time. As I later came to realize – it’s a smell that tells me that Sunday afternoon is here.

As I watched the players skate that day, I realized two things: 

  1. Dang, were hockey players hot (duh). 
  2. Wow. He’s giving a LOT of space to some of the slower players on the other team. Players that I know he could easily skate circles around. Why? Take that puck! Score that basket! (or something like that)

It was absolutely incredible to see, and EVERYONE was doing it. Giving newer players space. While I hadn’t spent much time in ice rinks before (see aforementioned smell observation) – I knew that this league was different. 

As we started to get more serious, I found myself chasing this boy around the rink more and more. See paragraph 4, part a. This time, often accompanied by drinks and baked goods. I quickly realized that making friends in the rink was really easy with this group of people, and sharing wine and cupcakes only increased my odds of chatting it up with a fellow ‘bleacher creature,’ as I termed us (hockey husbands/wives/partners worked, too!). 

Not surprisingly, after spending almost 3 years as a bleacher creature myself – my fellow hockey creatures started to encourage me, more and more, to play in the league myself. It looked fun. It looked expensive. But it mostly looked fun. 

Oddly enough, I got my start officially on the ice playing broomball in a Madison Sports + Social club league. While I absolutely hated the sport (mostly because I felt completely out of control on the ice), it was basically the perfect gateway into hockey. By playing broomball, I needed a helmet, shin guards, elbow pads, and more – so hockey only followed naturally when I picked up my first pair of skates. It was all too easy at that point to sign up for my first season.

The rest, as they say, is history – and through several seasons on the rink, some captaining experience, and endless Sundays spent whipping up new sweets for my teammates and random passersby – I can say I’ve never looked back. 

As a person who generally has an outright aversion to sports (mostly because I was horrible at them) – I would have never joined a league where ‘winning is king’ or several showboats on the league end up taking the recognition home every night. 

No cute boy is worth joining a league for that. 😀

No – what I found with the MGHA was a family first. And for the first 3 years on those bleachers – that’s exactly the type of non-skater family that I found. A family that cared about my week, what I was up to at work, and was willing to chat about it over a cupcake and a glass of Merlot. That community that I found as a bleacher creature, more than anything, showed me that this is way more than a hockey league. And that, more than the sport, is what continues to be so important to me about the MGHA. 

It’s a cupcake-eating, care about you as a human being, hugs in the hallway, and high fives for that promotion at work kind of league. And that, my fellow hockey friends, is a family that’s totally worth spending your Sunday afternoons with!

Jon Zimmerman – What Gay Hockey Means to Me – 2023-2024 Essay

Jon’s 2023-2024 essay won this year and will be featured in Our Lives Magazine.

Two years ago, I had never even considered watching sports, let alone playing in one. At the time, I was struggling with depression and was losing interest in things I used to enjoy doing. Activities like yoga, biking, playing piano, activities where I could be alone in my head but still exist in the world without really having to be a part of it. Activities for me to momentarily forget the overwhelming heaviness of depression and loneliness I felt every waking moment. I was living in a gradually darkening place, and I felt out of control to stop it. It was during this time that I was introduced to hockey.

I had started seeing someone who was an MGHA player, and he invited me to come watch his game. My first memory of that night was the smell of the ice arena when I first walked through the doors. It smelled like coolant and popcorn, an odd but somewhat pleasing aroma, something unique and somehow fitting. Sitting in the stands, I had no clue what to expect. I felt awkward and nervous about being an “outsider” around the other experienced hockey fans. From the stands, I looked down at the ice, trying to take it all in. It seemed so big, felt so cold, and I felt out of place. But then I spotted my guy and he looked up and waved to me from the ice. In that moment, all of the anxiety and awkwardness melted away. I felt a sense of validation and could let myself relax and enjoy the game.

As the game began, I was absolutely mesmerized by the players gliding around the ice in their colorful jerseys. It looked like so much fun, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off the game. Some of the fans sat down next to me and helped me to understand some of the game’s rules. I felt welcomed and surprised at their openness and enthusiasm.

Afterward, remembering how much fun the players were having skating around and playing on the ice, I was curious to explore ice skating to see if I could do it. I bought a pair of skates and started going to public skates, crawling along the boards at first, feeling eager but looking ridiculous. All the while, I kept coming to watch MGHA games. Over the next few months, I began to meet and make friends with more of the players, and they took the time to help me learn how to ice skate, for which I was so grateful. At first, my only intention was to learn about the sport and ice skating so I could share in a hobby with the guy I was seeing. However, gradually, as the weeks went by, I grew more intrigued by the game, and my focus shifted and transformed into my own genuine excitement and love for the sport.

Things did not work out how I would have liked with the guy I was seeing, which left me heartbroken. Adding to that pain was him telling me he did not want me to come to his games anymore. I felt upset because, by that time, what I was really enjoying about the MGHA games was being around the enthusiastic players and fans and being caught up in the excitement of watching the games with them. It felt like I was beginning to be accepted into a unique community of people from many backgrounds and interests, all of us bonding together over the sport of hockey. Sundays were “hockey” days, and it was the highlight of my week. Nevertheless, even though it hurt, I stayed away as he asked. A few weeks went by, staying home, but I continued my skating practice and hockey research. Eventually, he apologized, saying it was not his place to stop me from attending the games. I eagerly began coming again every Sunday, watching more games, and meeting more people, and he and I are still friends to this day.

After watching the 2023 Classics games, I felt like I did not want to be just a spectator anymore. I decided I would try learning to play hockey. I spent hours and hours, day after day, at the Shell and, eventually, the Bakke ice arenas for public skates. I ever so gradually went from crawling along the boards to clumsily skating to actually skating. When summer rolled around, I borrowed some hockey gears and went to my first stick and puck. Wearing the gears for the first time, I felt awkward and silly, but going back, again and again, it became like my suit of armor. Later that summer, I attended the MGHA skill sessions, where I learned all the basics of the game and skating. I kept going to more public skates and open stick and pucks, getting as much ice time as possible.

Eventually, fall came around, and I was now a player in the MGHA, on one of the best teams with one of the best captains. My biggest worry about joining the league was that I would get discouraged or receive harsh feedback about being bad at the game. But I was surprised at how much the opposite my experience was. Everyone was so encouraging and supportive of each other; I could miss passes, fall, skate slowly, and I was always encouraged to keep going with enthusiastic cheers from my teammates. I cannot think of any other place where taking a risk of learning something so challenging and new could be done in such a safe space.

Hockey has saved me and has helped me find new purpose and fulfillment in my life. Aside from the pure thrill and joy of flying down a sheet of ice on steel blades covered in gears with sweat pouring down your face, the sense of friendship, support, and comradery I found as part of the MGHA has helped me through some of the darkest, most difficult times this last year. Hockey has given me an outlet to pour all of my emotion, pain, loneliness, and heartbreak into a fierce, fun, and healthy activity. From all this, one thing I’ve learned is that it is tough to feel sad when you’re on skates. 

Putting on that MGHA jersey for the first time before my first game, the feel of my skate touching the ice, the peculiarly pleasing smell of the arena, it occurred to me—here I am, a full year later, I am on the ice that I was once mesmerized by from in the stands. I began to think about my first time in the arena, about how nervous and awkward I felt, and wondered if it was someone else’s first time. I looked up to the place in the stands where I first sat, reflecting on how different of a person I am now compared to back then. I imagined my past self up there, watching his future self down here. I looked up, and waved.

All the Way Award Winners 2023-2024

Buncha’ Pylons (Orange L3) 

Joe Bartol – Joe brings encouraging energy and spirit to the bench in good times and bad! He’s the first guy to welcome you back after a shift and build you up, and he always has a positive take on what’s going on around him. Joe exemplifies the MGHA Way, where the quality of the company we keep and the fun we have together is #1

Encouraging both on-ice and off-ice, always happy to chat and either help someone feel more comfortable, or help someone develop more skills. I always enjoy having them on my team and I think he’s very much deserving of the award!

Dandy Lions (Yellow L3) 

Sherry Holly – This award belongs to Sherry Holly, the epitome of teamwork and inclusivity on the ice. Through steady support and encouragement, Sherry has fostered an environment where every teammate feels valued and respected. Her calm demeanor under pressure and reliability in critical moments have been instrumental in the team’s success. Moreover, her positivity radiates, uplifting the spirits of everyone around her. In a sport fueled by intensity, Sherry stands out for her unwavering composure. She has the ability to take a message from the captains or board and reconstruct it for the team, so it comes across solution oriented rather than deficit focused. She exemplifies sportsmanship and camaraderie, making her truly deserving of the All the Way Award for the Dandy Lions.

Déjà Blue (Blue L3) 

Emily Feinstein – Emily, simply put, IS HOCKEY. She represents everything I love about the sport: the strategy, the speed, the skill, and the ability to “leave it all on the ice.” As a captain and coach, she’s patient, kind, and focuses just as much on the “attaboys” as she does on the “ya-done-f*cked-ups” and has been instrumental in helping me and my teammates gain a better grasp on the game – especially at the L3 level. As a player, a coach, a captain, a mentor, and a friend, she is the whole package, and an asset to MGHA. Thanks for an amazing season, Emily!

Emily really stepped it up to take care of our teammates so far all season long.

Extremely Well Red (Red L1) 

Lizzie McBride –  She has come into MGHA for her first year and has always been positive. Very open to learning new tricks and trying new things.

Lizzie started this season and brought both team spirit and learning multiple positions. She has shown the MGHA Way both on and off ice around all our layers.

Frozen Puckaneers (Sky Blue L2) 

Brian Juchems – He is always most welcoming

Brian is always positive, smiling, taking care of folks. He’s a joy to have around and makes the team a welcoming place! Brian has been nothing but positive and one to everyone and about everything this season.

Limelights (Lime L1) 

Evelyn Kahl – Evelyn plays as if she’s been a hockey goalie for YEARS! I’m so beyond blown away at how far she grew over the course of the season. She is also an amazing person off the ice, for example she led the charge to get pizza after our games. Love you Evelyn!

Evelyn has an excellent attitude; always upbeat and encouraging.

Maroon XV (Maroon L1) 

Paul Weber – Paul is always ready to hype up every little win or improvement that anyone makes and always leads the team in cheers from the bench. He exemplifies what it means to play the MGHA way in always supporting everyone and helping others grow. Also, his baking is second to none.

Paul brings an incredible energy to the bench and for the team. He brings baked goods just about every game just to get us feeling good. He also has created so many cheats for the team and continues to push a positive and fun energy to our group on the ice!

Paul is our team cheerleader and cruise director. His presence in the locker room brings light & joy. One of the very best teammates I’ve ever had.

Red Hot Chilly Puckers (Red L2) 

Jill “JJ” Hovden – She’s one of the biggest team players I’ve ever met, and I think she exemplifies what it means to go all the way. She never fails to uplift others and it’s literally impossible to be in a bad mood around her. I’m damn proud to be on her team.

In her first season in the league, Jill has been tremendously receptive to MGHA style hockey, friendly and welcoming in the locker room, and a positive teammate.

Mari Verbeten Sexy Train 2: The ‘Boose is Loose (Maroon L3) 

Mari Verbeten – This year, Mari embodied the MGHA Way and “walked the walk” of how to play L3 hockey. Through her ice skating/dancing through sticky situations and endless encouragement, backed with action to develop smart strategic plays, Mari showed us how it’s done. She acknowledges each small moment of progress for our Sexy Train, and celebrates teammates’ skills and accomplishments every week. Mari conducts with positivity and humble leadership on the ice, and lays the track for inclusive and joyful hockey. The MGHA is better off with her showing us how to hockey, and we are grateful for the friendship and high-speed hockey Mari brought to Sexy Train this year. Chugga chugga for now, choo choo forever. Thanks Mari!

Skeleton Crew (White L1)

Andy Girnau-Gomez – Andy shows up to every game, every practice, and every social event. He volunteers when he can and hangs around to watch games. He’s always down to sub when other teams are in need and helps out with both the Team Trans Friendship tournament and the MGHA tournaments. He’s a great friend and always checks in on his team mates.

When we found ourselves without a goalie in the middle of the season, Andy volunteered his time, resources, knees, and hips to learn how to play the position, which in itself is worthy of an All The Way Award. But Andy has also been a constant positive presence on and off the ice, offering helpful feedback during games and at open skates, and always offering to buy his teammates a beer – or a shot of malört!

Andy is the jolly, irreverent uncle we all wish we had. He keeps things light in the locker room, then goes and plays his heart out on the ice. He tried GOALIE this year, for crying out loud! I definitely think he deserves to be recognized for his team spirit and excellent attitude. Go Andy!

The Crows Have Skates (Black L2) 

Jude Denlinger – Jude is a talented player, an exemplary leader, and a fantastic teammate. They always emphasize inclusion and support of one another, while also finding a way to educate and motivate their fellow teammates.

This is Jude’s first year as a team captain and they did a great job leading the team and playing stand out defense. Jude is always reminding us to have fun, be safe on the ice, skate in control and play the MGHA way. We are very fortunate to have such a wonderful person leading the way for the Crows. CAAAW CAAAW!

They always have such a positive attitude and are always super supportive of everyone in the league.

Jude is an excellent captain. They are very supportive of everyone on the team and are always giving positive feedback. They also lead by example when it comes to playing the MGHA way.

The Yellowship of the Rink (Yellow L2) 

Drew Kohrs – He’s always upbeat and patient, especially helping me learn my first year on ice. I was always happy when he went out and played defense with me.

Drew is an exemplar of the MGHA way, on and off the ice. During games he can be found encouraging, coaching, and cheering on teammates from the bench. He’s even acted as an unofficial assistant captain when one of the captains is out. He always brings a positive attitude to the locker room and really makes it a fun team to be on.

Top Cheddar (Orange L2) 

David Hafner – David has been a leader on our team all season. He has great vision of the game both on the ice and on the bench. David is quick to offer advice to our team between periods and even quicker to acknowledge the good in his teammates. David is the GOAT…cheese.

I had a lot of fun playing with David this season. He is always upbeat and supportive of his teammates. He offered a lot of great advice and tips on the ice and off.

Trash Pandas (White L2) 

Sam Erickson – Sam joined the league after the skills assessments already took place and was placed on Trash Pandas after not really playing hockey before. He jumped in skates first ready to go, and has subbed a lot for other L2 teams! He always has the most positive attitude in the locker room before and after the games, as well as on the bench waiting to hop on the ice. Sam is also a big team player. Rather than taking shots on the goal all the time, Sam makes the extra effort to pass to his fellow forwards to give them the opportunity to score. (But to brag for him, he is one of our team’s leading scorers, so he probably wants to spread the love.) Sam is an all around great person to have gotten to know 🙂

Sam always comes with a positive, enthusiastic attitude. Sam is great about looking out for his teammates and cheering everyone on. Sam is a great asset to the team!

Under the Sea (Blue L1) 

Amanda Bloo Walker is wonderful–always cheerful, smiling, happy to be on the ice, and so much fun to have in goalie as a defender! We hype each other up on the ice and everybody’s always laughing when Bloo’s around.

Bloo has great team spirit and she’s always willing to learn, improve, and listen to her teammates. It’s been great to play with her this year!

Whose Lime is it Anyway? (Lime L2) 

Mandy Morrow – Mandy has led the team, organized lines, gotten subs (many every week), and maintained a positive can-do attitude throughout the whole season. You could say she’s really squeezing that lime. She lifts people up and generates a great sense of camaraderie so everyone feels valued and supported. Her ability to improvise with lines, devising a “sub-lime” line concept, as well as various fun cheers has really pulled the team together this year and been one of the most positive in my experience. All this on top of being injured and out for a good chunk of the season! Anyway, ayedeayedeayde I could go on, but really the points don’t matter with such a great captain who knows all the best lines for us limes.

Mandy has always been helpful giving advice to me for how to improve. She had an injury and still came to games, helping out and kept a very positive attitude despite not being able to play.

Wonka’s Winners (Gold L1)

Bre Cyr – Bre was a great social aspect of the team this year. She took the Wonka name to heart and bought team patches for everyone’s jerseys. She helped to organize a team outing to see the new Wonka movie and started the team Facebook page. She also took on a role as a scorebox lead. On the ice, she stepped up to sub more often this year and showed a lot of improvement in her play. She’s a great teammate to have and shows what it is to play the MGHA way!

Zambluenis (Royal Blue L2) 

Christopher “Wally” Walters – Wally arrives for every game with a big smile on his face. He’s encouraging and helpful on and off the ice and he’s willing to put it all on the ice with a laugh and occasionally a penalty?

Essay Contest: What Madison Gay Hockey Means to Me – Deadline March 24th

Now that the season is almost over (only 3 more games???) and we’re all a little sad we won’t be seeing our teams and friends on the regular, it’s time to reflect on what hockey has meant to us as individuals. We all are changed in some way by being a part of this league and community. Writing and sharing our experiences helps others learn and grow and new players see a potential path for themselves into hockey and the LGBTQIA* community. Our Lives Magazine runs an essay contest on this subject each season and the winner gets published in the magazine as well as their dues waived for next season.

All are encouraged to write an essay. All 2023-2024 league participants are eligible for this contest (except previous winners). Essay length is not set, take as many or few words as you need to speak from the heart.

More explanation of this as well as previous essays can be found here https://www.madisongayhockey.org/about/what-gay-hockey-means-to-me/

If you only read one essay, I recommend Geoffrey’s essay from 2008 https://www.madisongayhockey.org/geoffrey-gyrisco-2008-essay/

The 2022 winner, Dexter Lane, in Our Lives Magazine https://ourliveswisconsin.com/article/what-gay-hockey-means-to-me-5/

Fun factoid: these essays are what someone at the NHL found and fell in love with and got them here to make a video about us. Oh, didn’t know the NHL made a video about us? https://www.nhl.com/news/madison-gay-hockey-association-stresses-inclusivity-fun/c-307952508

Please send your essay submission and any questions to Amanda Thornton grimkitty@gmail.com Essays will be read and voted on by members of the current board and captains who do not enter this year’s contest.

Deadline is March 24th (championship night)!