Gnarly new Red Ice shirts now on sale

Maybe I'm biased, but that's an awesome shirt. Simple. Bloody. Effective. The team's just started selling these bad boys for $10 on it's merch site, and all proceeds support the team athletically. Fill in your own jock strap joke here ___________________, fill out an order form here, then fill the Simoni bleachers in your badass new shirt whilst you fulfill your bloodlust.

An Introduction of Sorts

My name is Jessica, and I am an Emerson Hockey fan. Yes, an EMERSON Hockey fan. I am a proud member of RED ICE, the Emerson Hockey fan club, and I’m usually at almost all of the game during the course of a season. I’m notorious for taking lots of pictures at said games, wandering around the rink with my camera in hand and my EC Hockey playlist blaring through my headphones.

I am an Emerson Hockey fan.

My fascination with the sport started two years ago thanks to one of my close friends, Lance Ning. Through some way, shape or form, I ended up at Emerson’s first hockey game with a bunch of my floormates—who I still attend games with on a pretty regular basis—and became completely entranced. I’m not a big sports follower. I like the Red Sox, and if I have some free time, I love going to or watch the games on TV. I was never one of those kids in high school who went to the varsity sports games on a regular basis. Hell, before I met Lance, I barely even understood hockey.

I am an Emerson Hockey fan.

I have walked back from UMass Boston in the pouring rain at 12am, praying that I’d make the last T back to campus. I have trekked out to Canton from Boston to see this team play. I have recruited friends countless times in hopes that they too will see how wonderful these boys are. I have shot countless amounts of pictures—it must be somewhere close to 3000 by now—at the games, crossing my fingers that I’ll get at least a few that are absolutely astounding.

I am an Emerson Hockey fan.

I’d be lying if I said that I understood all the rules of this game. I’m not going to claim that in any such way. I go to these games to see people play their hearts out, leave it all out on the ice and give it their best one-two punch. I go to these games because these people have passion, and heart. And although they don’t win every single time, I keep coming back. The way I see it, there’s no reason they don’t deserve every ounce of support in the world. I go to these games sometimes—okay, a lot of the time—for the checking, and the intensity. The players are loyal, dedicated, and admirable.

I am an Emerson Hockey fan.