Hockey isn’t just a sport — it’s a savage obsession.

 

I first got hooked as a high school locker room attendant for the Salt Lake Golden Eagles. I was the kid sweeping floors, taping sticks, and soaking up everything I could about the game. From that first moment in the locker room, I knew I was home.

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My path took me from Assistant Equipment Manager with the Golden Eagles and Utah Grizzlies to Head Equipment Manager roles with the Tallahassee Tigersharks, Miami Matadors, and Anchorage Aces. These weren’t polished, big-budget teams. These were gritty, old-school clubs where you earned your keep, fixed broken gear with duct tape and grit, and rode through snowstorms to get to the next battle. And I loved it.

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Hockey demands everything — toughness, loyalty, resilience. There’s no glamour in a blocked sh