I found a home in NHL arenas at 12, long before I came to the cottage. I was born nine days after the LA Kings lost their first Stanley Cup series. As a result, I like to say that I’m a consolation prize, coming in second to Lord Stanley. Suffice it to say, hockey is in my blood, and I’ve been sacrificing my sleep schedule to the hockey gods for my West Coast team my entire life.
While I’ve found immense joy in hockey spaces, queer representation has largely been missing on and off the ice. Hell, I’d even take LGBTQ+ tolerance. When the queer hockey series “Heated Rivalry” dropped on HBO Max, it instantly became my new favorite show. It’s a game-changer in many ways, but there’s just one thing missing: hockey.
