About twenty-odd years ago, I was a junior member of an Ivy League college hockey team in New York State that had very a bitter rivalry with another Ivy League team near Boston.

Tensions ran extremely high on both sides leading up to those match-ups. The fans of the other team would try and tie chickens (dead or alive) to our goalposts between periods; we would retaliate by throwing dead fish on the visitors’ side of the ice.

This past summer, I attended a reunion weekend at my alma mater, and naturally I stopped in at the old rink to look around and reminisce. Amidst my humorous recollections of living for game nights, post-game parties, and beating up preppy boys from Boston, I started to think about Sheila again.

An occasional hockey player herself in he women’s intramural team, Sheila... Read More