#patty kazmaier award

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Have you ever wondered about NCAA Hockey? What's the Frozen Four? How do the rankings work? What players have played through the system?

We've got you covered in our primer here

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can we get a hint?? like a real hint. please. as a treat. i won’t even threaten to kill uou. i have been so good and well behaved

I can do that!

In my AU timeline, Nancy wins the Patty Kazmaier Award in 2010, in place of Vicki Bendus. She would not be the only Patty Kaz winner from this school.

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Ohio State defender Sophie Jaques becomes the first Black winner of the Patty Kazmaier Memorial Award, given to the top player in NCAA Division I women's hockey!

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HEY, YOU THERE! STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING!

And tell me about your favorite college athlete 😁 Mine's Taylor Heise! Former #9 and Captain of the Minnesota Golden Gophers, current #27 of Team USA and #27 of PWHL's Team Minnesota! - Four IIHF World Championship gold medals, 3 U18 - IIHF WC MVP & Best Forward 2018 (U18) & 2022 - 30 pts in 14 games for Team USA - 225 pts in 172 games as a Golden Gopher - WCHA Forward of the Year 2022 & 2023 - WCHA Player of the Year 2022 - AHCA All-American 2022 & 2023 - NCAA Woman of the Year nominee 2023 - Patty Kazmaier Award recipient 2023 - First overall pick of the inaugural PWHL draft

I cant wait to see the records and awards she sets in the PWHL!

For fans of college sports, whos your favorite player?

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Some of Brittany Howard’s accomplishments:

Two time CHA player of the year

Dapper Dan Charities Pittsburgh Sportswoman of the Year

Broke the RMU points record with 181 points in 138 games (later broken by Jaycee Gebhard)

All-USCHO Rookie Team and All-CHA Rookie Team in college

2018 Top ten finalist for Patty Kazmaier award for top women’s college hockey player

2022 PHF all star

Isobel cup winner with the Toronto Six

Congratulations on a great career, Brittany!

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OSU's Jaques named D-I women's hockey POY

DULUTH, Minnesota — Ohio State defender Sophie Jaques won the Patty Kazmaier Award on Saturday, given to the top player in women’s NCAA Division I hockey. Jaques, who is from Toronto, is the first Buckeye to win the award and the second-ever defender. She helped Ohio State to a 33-5-2 record and a berth in Sunday’s NCAA national title game against Wisconsin. Jaques led all NCAA defenders in…

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Aerin Frankel won the Kazmaier !

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Former professional hockey player Julie Chu has many titles. She is a Patty Kazmaier Award winner; the second-most decorated U.S. woman in Olympic Winter Games history; and a four-time Olympic medalist. She's also a two-time Clarkson Cup winner, a CWHL All-Star, and a five-time IIHF World Championships gold medalist.

In November 2017, Chu added a new title: parent. She and fellow former pro hockey player Caroline Ouellette welcomed their first child, Liv, that year, just a few short months after Caroline's playing career ended with a Clarkson Cup win with Les Canadiennes de Montréal. Their growing family expanded earlier this year as they welcomed their second child, Tessa, in May.

It's a title that Chu is clearly thrilled to have - even if it may be challenging at times.

"We're just adding more love into our family atmosphere," she said. "Yes, it's chaotic at times, and as parents, sometimes we feel like we're losing, and that's just the truth. It's like the kids are winning and we're losing - but then things just settle."

"Being able to share our love with our kids and see that love being reciprocated, and then just watching them grow and develop daily," she added. "That's been really fun. Seeing our daughters grow up as individuals but then also how they interact together."

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Who's your favorite woho players?

PHEW you have so many incredible players whom I love…..(shoutout to Duggs and Bells and many others)

BUT I do have a golden trio of absolute favourite players and they are :

- Brianna decker. One of the best hockey players to ever touch the ice and no I’m not exaggerating. Patty Kazmaier award winner. Clarkson cup MVP (and game winner scorer). NWHL MVP in 2015-16 AND 2016-17. Isobel cup champion. SIX (6!!) times world champion. Olympic gold medalist, and many more. So much talent compacted in a smol body! PLUS she’s so cute and passionate and a lil bit of a dumbass and fiercly loves her teammates. She’s also a dork who pushes kids during teaching sessions, and sometimes crunches her nose in such a weird way, I love her SO MUCH

- Rebecca Johnston. Also known as me just screaming “SHE!! S H E!”. Absolute SNIPER of a shot, incredibly elite forward, Canada’s next prime minister. “But what are her accomplishments Jade?” Well first of all she stole my heart so jot that down. Oh and she’s also a 2 times Olympic gold medalist, the CWHL’s scoring leader in her FIRST SEASON, a 2 times Clarkson cup winner, and world champion. She’s the best captain (but also a dumbass) and also has the funniest face when forced to smile. She’s adorable with babies, and is so full of love for her teammates it’s overwhelming. Her laugh is incredible

- Blake bolden. Aka The Beauts Mum Friend. She’s been snobbed by USA hockey for SO LONG it’s not even funny. She’s got one of the wickedest shots in women’s hockey (NWHL hardest shot winner two years in a row, at 87mph and 80mph) and is S O reliable on the blue line, so not only can she shoot like a goddess, she’s also responsible for me suggesting a drinking game called “take a shot every time you hear “Blocked by Bolden” (the Buffalo Blocked By Bolden are my favourite team). She’s an amazing cook and wants me personally dead with her regular posting of work out content, and she’s a real mama hen to all her teammates. A dork as well obviously. One of my first posts on this blog was a picture of her I screenshot from her story, I couldn’t stop looking at it.

so there you go anon! my holy trinity! 

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Original Riveter, Kiira Dosdall Returns for Fourth Season with Defending Isobel Cup Champions Metropolitan Riveters

Original Riveter, Kiira Dosdall Returns for Fourth Season with Defending Isobel Cup Champions Metropolitan Riveters

The Metropolitan Riveters announced on Thursday that Original Riveter, Kiira Dosdall, will be returning to defend the Isobel Cup this season.

Dosdall has been with the Riveters since day one at Aviator Arena in Brooklyn, New York and continued don the jersey with Rosie emblazoned across the front, as the team moved west, to Newark, New Jersey and the RWJ Barnabas Health Hockey House.

In her time…

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Part Two of Kent Parson and the Comeback Kid (click for Part One), the story about how 34-year-old Andy Scarlatti qualifies for the US Women's National Ice Hockey Team. Huge thanks to @onlysmallwings for helping to transcribe my handwriting!

Content notes: Graphic depiction of physical child abuse.

They talked her into it.

Terry and Mac and Janine said how great it would be to have her in a tournament that weekend, and Kent pointed out that if half the people she was there to see were going to be in Duluth anyway they might as well go and change their flight back, and at the last minute Sarah cancelled the dinner that would have conflicted with practice. She ended up spending sixteen hours playing hockey that week, delighted and charmed to be back, and then they hit her with the real whammy.

Patricia Lee was Andy's teammate in college. While Andy had struggled through the NCAA and gone on to run Twitters and coach children, Patricia was focused and put-together, won the Patty Kazmaier Award and played in the CWHL before being immediately signed when the NWHL started up. She'd moved home to Minneapolis to marry a nice Hmong boy both she and her family were wild about and have two kids in quick succession, but kept working as a performance coach and doing administration for the national women's team.

"It's my first time running camp," Patricia wheedled over the phone as Andy made dinner. "I want a friend there with me."

Andy laughed. "Excuse me, you're friends with everybody. Everyone there loves you."

"But you're so isolated," Patricia pleaded. "I could tell you all the worst gossip about everybody, and you're so socially unconnected, it would never get back to them. I need that outlet."

"It's during playoffs," Andy protested, stirring the sauce, though she reached over to knock her knuckles against the cupboard door out of superstitious habit.

"You always say your husband is useless during playoffs. Dump Nick with your mother-in-law and get out of the house. Let one of his boyfriends tend to his needs instead."

Andy paused, then said, "It's the National Selection Camp."

"Yeah, I know. Amy was at the tournament, she saw you, and she wants to bring you on. The coaches want to have a couple wildcards, that's all. It makes everybody work harder if there's an element of uncertainty."

"I'm not sure," Andy said.

Kent talked her into it.

She'd been to the National Selection Camp once before, a week after she graduated high school. They'd wished her luck on the loudspeaker her last day of classes.

When she didn't make the cut, her dad beat the shit out of her.

She beat the shit out of him too. He was the one who taught her how to fight, boxing gloves in a gym when she was 12, a lifetime of wrestling and dirty tricks and penalty calls he nodded with approval over.

When she got home he grilled her, afternoon to evening, about the week before. He was her coach, and he wanted to go over every last detail of the camp’s selection process, probing for her weaknesses. By 11 pm she got up, her hands in her hoodie pocket, and said, “I’m too tired for this. I’m going to bed.”

He put a flat hand on her shoulder, insisting that she sit, and she shrugged it off. He pushed; she pushed back. He stood in the door; she drove her elbow into his solar plexus. He grabbed her hoodie collar and backhanded her.

She blacked both his eyes.

He only stopped hitting her and let go when she was crumpled on the floor, everything bent into curling up, protecting her stomach and her head, saying brokenly, “Dad, stop. God, stop.” And when she took too long to sit up, they both knew she had a concussion from when he hit her head so hard it rebounded off the wall.

“Are you-“ he said, hands out, like he was afraid to touch her, ask. Like he was afraid of what he’d done.

“Don’t touch me,” she said, weak but distinct, and got up.

He followed her to the door of her bedroom, spewing orders and excuses as she threw a few things into the bags that hadn’t been unpacked from the selection camp. She ignored him. He moved aside as she shouldered past him, carrying purse and hockey bag and suitcase and pillow. She left the house with him thundering that he was going to call the cops because she shouldn’t drive.

At the time, she didn’t care. It was almost two hours to her mom’s place, and she stopped once to throw up and buy a big bottle of water, but after a while she sadly concluded the cops weren’t going to pull her over so she’d have to drive the rest of the way herself.

At the apartment she kept grimly pounding on the door (the building’s rear entrance had been propped open with a brick) and tried to come up with her next step if her mom didn’t live there anymore; but eventually Elaine’s boyfriend came to the door in boxers and a t-shirt and let Andy in.

In the morning her mother gave her coffee and took pictures of her injuries and said, “I’ll fix this.”

She didn’t, of course. There was a court judgment against her saying she was unfit to get custody and as her boyfriend pointed out, Andy’s dad could counter-charge her with assault. Andy just kept her head down for the rest of summer, working out at the YMCA and trying to avoid juvie or foster care. She got into the dorms in mid-August for university training camp and in October she turned 18 and it all blew over.

She wasn’t invited to selection camp in the following year. She got sent down to Division III two years later. She had basically always believed that after that night, her hockey career was all downhill from there.

And the thing was, she only got as far as she did the second time around because she was married to Kent Parson. It was infuriating.

If women's leagues had been like the men's leagues--if there were thousands of paying positions on professional teams, instead of the couple hundred unpaid spots there were when she graduated college, or the couple dozen spots that paid peanuts available now--she might not have ended up among the top of them when she graduated. She wasn't at a good place, mentally or physically, and might have signed with the equivalent of the AHL at 22. She hung out in Minneapolis with AHL players, knew it wasn't a sumptuous living like NHL contracts but it paid rent and beer and protein powder, and the most important part was: Someone would be willing to fund her to work out and train and play hockey all day. She would have done that until she retired, and been happy.

Patricia Lee wrote computer programs during the week, her entire playing career. She did her best to work out and train as much as she could, but the biggest chunk of her working hours was spent writing code. The CWHL didn't pay, back then, but sponsors supplied her with skates and pads and one stick a season, and an NWHL salary let her cut work down to two days a week before she retired. She and the teammates she lived with cooked all their own meals.

Living with Kent, it was so easy. The Aces' dietician had a friend whose business was fresh-delivered meal ingredients. The players sat down with Marco to work out their meal plans, and if they handed those meal plans over to Julia, she'd deliver meal ingredients to them daily, already portioned out and peeled and prepared for the skillet. It was like Blue Apron, but more exclusive; Julia made a tidy living from about thirty clients. And when Andy moved in, Marco stopped by her office one day and said, "Hey, Kent paid for Julia just to throw your food in with his, so I wanted to ask, what's your intake? You doing more strength or cardio lately?"

She did roller derby two nights a week, which was as much exercise as some of their players did ever; but she also spent so much time in the weight room at the back of their house, talking to Kent as he pumped iron, that it made sense to get on a machine and do some of the work herself at home. Then she got to know Swoops and Cam and Mikey enough to feel comfortable working out with them on Saturdays at a gym in town. The trainers there knew her, and knew her routine when she worked out with the Aces, so she went weekends the boys were out of town, too. And Kent preferred swimming to distance running after his knee got gummy, and that was easy for her too; so before she knew it, she was working out 20 hours a week, double what she'd been doing before in Minnesota.

Her office was in the Aces practice facility in Henderson. The offices clustered at the side nearest the parking lot, and she had a computer and a desk that she worked at; but the other end of the building was the rink, the gym, the pool, and trainers' space. All Aces staff got access to these facilities when they weren't scheduled for use by the players of community teams, and Andy kept a hockey bag with skates behind her desk. She had to lace up and go out on the ice for the part of her job that meant coaching, but sometimes she went out just to get kinks out of her body and clear her head. By her second year, Kent would often come back from strategy and media in the afternoons, and she'd get her work done by four, and they'd spend an hour on the ice before the children she coached arrived.

They didn't play, not at first. He was so much better than her at hockey--which was kind of hard to avoid, because he was better than almost anybody--that they didn't even try; she didn't like to cry when she got frustrated, but it distressed him to see her working through something, stony-faced, with tears running down her cheeks. Instead they ran drills, usually more of what the team had been working on in the morning--skating, shooting, passing, anything. It was too frustrating when Mikey came back and put on his pads for them to score against, because Andy rarely could, but when his knee troubled him Kent played goalie instead.

It was how they relaxed. It kept Kent from showing up at dinner with his teeth clenched and an unsatisfied look on his face; instead he worked out with Andy until his hands shook and his eyes lost their wildness, and he could go home and eat.

They already knew, before she conceived, that she wasn't taking on the bulk of the childcare. She was coaching and often on the road; he took a year off after Nick's birth, scandalized everyone by embellishing knee surgery into actual paternity leave, but even still his mom moved in with them. Andy bore with the tension Karen sometimes generated, because her mother-in-law gave her so much more freedom. And when Kent went back to playing, Andy's time alone with her husband happened in the gym or on the ice, because all other time in their lives had been eaten.

It skewed everything, playing against Kent. Playing against the Aces. They accepted her as one of them, included her in jokes and parties, but Andy was always a little smaller, a little slower, a little less good, and she struggled to keep up with their worst players. When she and Kent played keep-away, it was an experiment for him skating with his bad knee immobilized in a brace, him dragging around the ice like an invalid without a crutch. That gave her enough of an advantage that he still almost always won, but only after a fight.

And anyway, she was retired. Her career was over. She was finished as a hockey player.

So it wasn't until she went up against women who played after work in beer leagues, who fed families and diapered children, who played games on weekends because they couldn't get weekdays off, that she realized how good she was.

She was numb after the roster announcement and managed to say a few mechanical things about being honoured and surprised, so it wasn't until she checked her phone and found an email from an NWHL address headed, "Free Agency Options" that Andy actually broke down crying.

Kent answered her videocall instantly and said, "I'm so proud of you," and stayed on the line until Patricia found Andy in the hallway with three of her new teammates behind her and surrounded her with hugs. He did say that he loved her and supported her and they'd talk when she got home, but he also understood when one of Andy's teammates said they needed to go bond now and hung up on him.

They went out for pizza.

(part 3)

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Clarkson’s Elizabeth Giguere wins Kazmaier Award COLORADO SPRINGS, Colo. (AP) — Clarkson junior forward Elizabeth Giguere has been selected as the Patty Kazmaier Memorial Award winner, presented annually to the most outstanding player in women’s college hockey.

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Clarkson's Elizabeth Giguere wins Kazmaier Award

COLORADO SPRINGS, Colo. (AP) — Clarkson junior forward Elizabeth Giguere has been selected as the Patty Kazmaier Memorial Award winner, presented annually to the most outstanding player in women's college hockey. Clarkson's Elizabeth Giguere wins Kazmaier Award

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Canada's Elizabeth Giguere named top NCAA women's hockey player

Canada’s Elizabeth Giguere named top NCAA women’s hockey player

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Clarkson forward Elizabeth Giguere of Quebec City has been awarded the Patty Kazmaier Award that goes to the top player in NCAA Division I women’s hockey.

Giguere, Wisconsin forward Abby Roque of Sault Ste. Marie, Mich., and Northeastern forward Alina Mueller of Switzerland were the three finalists.

The award is named in honour of the late Patty Kazmaier, who played for Princeton from…