Andy Marhoffer

One of the best goaltenders Scituate has ever produced is a familiar sight to parents, players, and former teammates who have seen him countless times in hockey rinks all over the South Shore.  His presence is undoubtedly reassuring to the hundreds of kids to whom he’s taught the game of hockey, but his playing career is not well known.  That’s primarily because he’s his father’s son - a family man who spends his free time passing his hockey knowledge on to any youngster willing to lace up a pair of skates, including his own children.  Reminiscing about his playing days is the furthest thing from his mind.  Remarkably, fifty-five years after his father first coaxed him onto the ice at the tender age of three, he’s still active in the game of hockey.  He’s mostly known now for his coaching, but he’s got a great story to tell about his goaltending days in the 1970s and 1980s.  His name is Andy Marhoffer.

 

Andy was born in Gardner, Massachusetts.  His father Bill coached hockey at The Winchendon School, a private boarding school one town over from Gardner.  Bill Marhoffer was originally from Springfield.  He played hockey at Springfield Cathedral High School and AIC (American International College).  He went on to play minor league hockey for the Springfield Indians and the Rhode Island Reds.  Andy started skating at a very young age on the Winchendon School campus, as his dad was there every day during the winter.  Bill’s love of the game was clearly passed down to his young son.

 

Andy: “We moved to Scituate when I was nine or ten.  I already loved the game of hockey and I was really looking forward to playing youth hockey in my new hometown.  My father took me up to the Cohasset Winter Garden right after we moved here and I joined the Scituate Braves.  I should point out that I started out as, and have always been, a goalie.  I never played any other position.  My earliest memory of the Winchendon School locker room was the big kids shooting tape at me.  They would take the tape off after practice and roll it up and shoot it at me to see if I could stop it.  Once I learned to skate, I think they just put the goalie equipment on me.  I never really thought twice about it. 

 

“When I got to Scituate, I didn’t consider playing a different position.  I was a goalie from the very beginning.  I think it was easier being a goalie at that age.  Every team needed a goalie and every kid seemed to enjoy shooting pucks at the new kid.  I had these old, worn-out goalie pads with holes in them when I first when up to the Winter Garden.  You tend to hang on to goalie equipment for a long time.  Most of it was handed down.  The pads must have been from Stall & Dean in Brockton.  I eventually got much nicer equipment. 

 

“One of my first coaches in the Scituate Braves was Frank Quinn, a legend in high school and college hockey.  He was the head coach at Archbishop Williams for years and was inducted into Archie’s Hall of Fame the same year as Jack Garrity.  I played Braves hockey with Corey and Chris Griffin, Bobby and Johnny Powell, Charlie and Michael Hoar, the Cox boys, Mike and Peter Camerlengo, and Peter and Pickle Cooney.  I instantly became friends with Peter and Pickle.  They lived up off of Old Oaken Bucket.  I was over there all the time.  Same with the Griffins.  I was over their house all the time. 

 

“These friendships were very important to me at the time.  I made more friends through Scituate hockey than I thought possible.  When I got to middle school, instead of having to make friends like every other kid, I already knew tons of kids.  All from hockey.  I went through Braves squirts and peewees with these guys.  Vin Cox was my coach for a couple of years.  Dr. Camerlengo was also a coach.  When I got up to the house league at Cohasset, I had my dad as a coach.  I played in that house league with Tony Messina from Hingham when I was ten and he was probably nine and here we are almost fifty years later behind the bench together at Hingham High for over twenty years.  How’s that for a long-term friendship?

 

“We traveled to a lot of youth hockey tournaments in those days.  We went to Lake Placid, New York, Exeter, NH, Concord, NH, and Cranston, Rhode Island.  We also went to Canada three years in a row.  Mississauga, Canada.  Right next to Toronto.  There had to be three or four rinks just in Mississauga.  Hockey was huge up there.  We took buses to travel up there.  The fathers sat up in the front and we sat in the back.  It was a lot of fun.  We played a ton of hockey in those years – seventh and eighth grade.  But high school and big-time high school hockey was right around the corner.”

 

When Andy was fourteen, he decided to go to Archbishop Williams - for one day.  Here’s how he explains it: “I was accepted to the school the prior spring.  Frank Quinn was the coach and he was very highly regarded.  I had him in youth hockey and I liked him.  My parents didn’t push me, but there was a sense that the level of hockey was better there.  The teams in that league were better.  Guys like Ralph Cox and Steve Baker played there, and my friends and I idolized these guys.  However, after sitting in traffic that first day on Route 3, I decided I couldn’t do this for four years.  There were six or seven kids in the car and it took forever to get to school and get home.  I decided after that first day to go right to Scituate High School and enroll.  It ended up being a good decision for me. 

 

“I was a freshman in 1975-1976.  Mike Breen was a senior.  I hadn’t played hockey with Mike before.  I had played with Sean Coady and David Silk, guys closer in age to Mike, but never with Mike.  Michael Breen was a special guy to me.  Here I am a freshman and Mike makes sure I always have a ride to the rink.  He offered me rides to and from practice.  He didn’t exclude me or anyone else from any team activities.  That’s who he is.  Unbelievable work ethic on the ice and a great example of how to take care of one’s teammates off the ice.  Even on weekends when we weren’t playing hockey, he treated me just like he treated everyone else.  It’s no great surprise that Mike Breen became a successful coach – that’s just who he is. 

 

“John Kilcoyne, a senior, was the starting goaltender that season.  I was his backup.  I dressed for every game and participated fully in every practice.  It’s a big leap from youth hockey to high school hockey, but I tried to fit in.  As the season went on, I started to see some ice time.  I worked as hard as I could in practice and almost forced Coach Johnson to put me into some games.  I also played in a number of bantam or midget games as a fill-in goalie at the same time.  Jimmy Grip was the coach of that team.  On a Friday night at Pilgrim Arena, playing in one of these midget games, I took a puck in the neck.  Right in my throat.  I couldn’t breathe.  They tried an emergency tracheotomy right on the ice, but sent for an ambulance instead and got me to South Shore Hospital, only a couple miles up the road.  After two hours, they sent me to Mass General where I spent the next three weeks. 

 

“This was the year Scituate High School made the State Tournament.  We won the Old Colony League, then we beat Avon in the quarterfinals.  We were going to the Boston Garden to play our next game.  And I was in a hospital room less than a mile away.  A lot of guys came up to visit me, even my friends at Archbishop Williams.  Those guys came in all the time.  Bobby Orr and Harry Sinden came in to see me.  Someone from the Philadelphia Flyers organization whose son worked at the hospital gave me a Flyers yearbook signed by all the players.  It was pretty cool.  But I didn’t like being in the hospital.  I wanted to be playing in the Garden with my teammates. 

 

“We lost that semifinal game against Acton-Boxboro.  And we lost a lot of hockey experience at the end of that season.  A lot of talented guys from that team were seniors in 1976.  Guys like Billy Higgins, Paul Devlin, Mike O’Brien, Mike Breen, Bernie Durkin, Boonie Dillon…they were all gone.  My sophomore year we were just so-so.  Probably a .500 team.  My junior year we were very mediocre again.  Nothing special.  That was Paul Johnson’s last year.

 

“The next year, Bill McKeever came in and breathed a bit of life into the program.  I was excited to play for him.  He was a goalie in high school and college and we had a natural connection.  He contacted me over the summer once or twice and we talked several times during the fall.  I was going into my fourth year of varsity hockey and I really wanted it to be a success.  I had been working out in the offseason and was really into a routine that I developed pretty much on my own.  I took my offseason training seriously and continued to improve my skills and strength.  Michael Galvin and I were co-captains in 1978-1979.  I don’t remember what our record was that year, but we did beat Hingham twice, which hadn’t been done in a long time.

 

“About halfway through the season, Coach McKeever tells me that I should be thinking about playing college hockey.  He told me that I was good enough to play at the college level and I believed him.  I didn’t get much help from my guidance counselor, but I started to think that college-level hockey was my best option if I wanted to keep playing.  BC and UVM sent scouts to our games against Hingham.  They were more likely interested in the Hingham kids than they were interested in me, but I think they began to notice me.  The coach from North Adams State College came to a game and spoke to Coach McKeever about me.  Bill may have told him that I was more interested in Norwich than North Adams, but I think he was just trying to build some interest in me.  He was like that.  The North Adams coach started calling me at home, writing me letters, inviting me to games, that type of thing.  I went to a North Adams game at Framingham State.  I was impressed with what I saw.  North Adams had a guy named Gerry McDonald from Braintree.  He was about 6’4” and just dominated that game.  He was a Rod Langway- or Mike Breen-type of player.  That caliber of talent.  After taking in that game, I knew where I was going to college. 

 

“We had a tremendous incoming class of recruits my freshman year at North Adams.  It was exciting to have so many kids from Arlington, Reading, and B.C. High competing for a spot on the hockey team.  We worked out hard all through the fall of that first year.  We ran a couple of miles a day.  Worked out constantly.  We got on the ice the last week of September.  There were at least fifty kids there including six goalies all fighting for two or three spots.  North Adams competed in the very tough Division 2 ECAC West.  We played Williams College, Plattsburg State, Elmira, AIC, Union, Norwich, and RPI.  All good hockey schools.  We also practiced on the ice two hours every day.  It was very organized, very disciplined.  I played about a third of our games my freshman year.  Sophomore year I split games with a kid who transferred in from UMass Lowell.  Junior year, it was just me.  Played every game except for one.  We were really good my junior year.  We beat everyone. 

 

“In the summer following my junior year I worked out every day.  I played in a Pro-Am league in Quincy that summer with Sean Coady, David Silk, and Mike O’Connell…guys like that.  I used to think you had to be at a Division 1 school to play with guys of this caliber, but here I am.  I’m playing really well and just loving it.  I got a call from a scout from the Quebec Nordiques around this time.  He was inquiring about me, asking about my plans for the future, things like that.  I learned so much about hockey techniques that summer, it was really an eye-opener.  A great experience.  From the Nordiques, it was ‘Keep improving.  We’ll talk again when you graduate next year.’

 

“Senior year was another good year.  I unexpectedly had a freshman goaltender who came in and challenged me.  I missed most of the pre-season due to a car accident I got in.  I ended up playing a bit more than half of our games that year.  We made the finals but got smoked again by Plattsburg State.  Jacques Lemaire, a Hall of Famer with the Canadiens, was their coach that year.  They were loaded.  A number of great Canadian hockey players were on that team.  They all wanted to play for Lemaire.  I didn’t hear back from the Nordiques and I was getting nervous that I’d have to get a real job if something didn’t come through.  Then I get a call inviting me to the Olympic tryouts.  They had tryouts in the East and another in the West.  I went to the East tryouts in Lowell a little out of shape but I did pretty well.  This was March or April of 1983.  They ended up taking a kid from Providence over me. 

 

“I got back to North Adams and the coach called me into his office and told me that I had been picked to play for the University National All-Star team.  This team was going to Europe at the end of the college season.  My two roommates and I were the only ones picked from Division 2 to make this team.  The rest of them were all BC, UNH, and BU kids.  There was one other goaltender picked – a kid from Harvard who was pretty good.  He was drafted by the Calgary Flames.  In August we went to France to play in a tournament against teams from Switzerland, France, Germany, and Austria.  We ended winning the tournament and I was named tournament MVP.  That was pretty cool.  We had some scrimmages against European professional teams after the tournament.  There were a lot of European scouts at these games looking for talent.  It was a great way to get noticed by teams over there and I ended up taking trains all over Europe chasing tryouts.  The two guys I was traveling with ended up getting offers from the Geleen (Holland) Smoke Eaters.  Pierre McGuire was on the Smoke Eaters in 1984.  He ended up in the New Jersey Devils camp later that year.  Now he's a hockey analyst for NBC Sports, doing the divisional playoff games on television.  These European teams could only take three imports (Americans), but they wouldn’t take goalies.  Only England and Scotland would take imported goalies. 

 

“I had an agent, Greg Sullivan, from Hingham.  I was calling him every third or fourth day telling him I needed to get on a club somewhere in Europe where I could play.  He made some calls and tells me to get to England.  He could get me a tryout there.  I immediately went to Hull, England.  I got off the train with my equipment, six sticks, and a bag of clothes.  I found a cheap hotel with a bar in the lobby.  I’m making calls from there between meals.  Greg tells me I have to get to Dundee, Scotland.  Dundee is a sixteen-hour train ride from Hull, straight up the east coast of the U.K.  The owner of the team sent a driver to pick me up at the train station.  We get to the owner’s house, drop my bags off, and immediately get back in the car to go to a party in town.  The owner of the Dundee Rockets was at a restaurant in town waiting for me. 

 

“The next day, the Rockets leave for a game or two in Scandinavia but I don’t go with them.  I have to stay in Dundee and complete some paperwork before I’m officially on the team.  The owner tells me to stay at his house – a huge mansion with a suit of armor in the foyer – by myself.  After three days, the team gets back and I’m finally offered a contract.  I stayed there a couple more weeks.  St. Andrew’s Links was right across the bay.  I could see it from the house.  I’m not a golfer, but I did get to play the course.  After a few weeks in Dundee, I headed off to Durham, England which is about halfway down the coast on the way back to Hull.

 

“It’s the same thing in Durham.  Someone picks you up at the train station, they drive you to the rink, you sign some papers, and they introduce you to the local press.  Durham was really nice.  I lived with two other guys in a three-bedroom flat.  They were Canadian and had played Division 1 hockey at Ohio State University.  They were also about five years older than me.  I suit up for my first game in Durham and it’s like Division 2 hockey all over again.  There’s a huge fight in my first game.  After a few games in this league, I realize it’s like this all the time.  We only have one game a week and I feel like I’m getting paid to play Division 2 hockey.  It’s a 30-game schedule so I have a lot of free time.  But Durham was a nice town and I enjoyed it. 

 

“I had a game in London that season and Dave DelGrosso and Mark Fassnacht dropped in on me.  They were traveling through Europe and contacted me.  I met them in Piccadilly Circus, a popular tourist area of London.  After the game, the team went back to Durham but I got permission to stay in London for a couple of days.  We had a blast hanging around the city.”

 

Andy continues: “After that season ended, I came back to the States and I started thinking about what to do next.  I really wanted to play here rather than go back to England.  The Nordiques got in touch with me again.  I was offered a tryout down in Virginia for a minor league affiliate of Quebec.  This was the Atlantic Coast Hockey League.  I went down there and made the team.  There were six NHL veterans on the team.  Paul O’Neil of B.U. was the captain.  He’s an All-American from Charlestown.  There were several guys from New England on the team.  The team was called the Virginia Lancers.  On the board in the Lancers locker room were listed the names of all the guys above you – between the Atlantic Coast League, the American Hockey League, and the NHL.  There were six good goalies in front of me.  I figured I was only making it to the NHL if a plane crashed. 

 

“Atlantic Coast League hockey was ten- and twelve-hour bus rides all over the place.  82 games.  Two or three games a week.  We traveled to Utica, New York, Winston-Salem, North Carolina, Roanoke, Virginia, and Erie, Pennsylvania.  I’m the backup goalie so every practice and pre-game skate is mandatory.  The starting goalie skipped the pre-game.  It was good hockey and a lot of it.  It got to the point where I was waking up in a new hotel and I didn’t really know where I was.  My roommate on the Lancers was John Tortorella.  Very serious guy.  He was making protein shakes back in the 80s.  Nobody did that.  The rest of us were hitting the buffet at the Marriott down the street, but not Tortorella.  He did his own thing.  He played eight or nine years for the Lancers.  Today, of course, he’s the head coach for the Columbus Blue Jackets”

 

After four years of high school hockey, four years of Division 2 college hockey, a year of European professional, and a year of hockey in the Atlantic Coast League, Andy was at a crossroads.  He acknowledged the difficulty of standing out among the hundreds if not thousands of highly skilled hockey players all competing for an opportunity to get to the NHL.  The large number of talented young guys coming out of college and junior hockey each year just added to the talent pool.  He talked to Jimmy Grip and a few other guys about his situation.  These guys had been through it before.  Andy explains, “Jimmy introduced me to Billy McMann.  I went down to meet him at the Rockland Rink.  He was the head hockey coach at Abington High School.  He offered me the assistant coaching job right then and there.  Two years later, I’m the head coach at the age of twenty-six.  I was the youngest high school head coach in the state.  The town supported both a varsity and a junior varsity team.  We were pretty good.  Made the tournament every year.  I was there a total of eight years.

 

One young man who played a lot of youth hockey and came up through the program at Abington High School was Mike Barrett.  Mike was an average hockey player when he first started playing organized hockey as a squirt.  Like his older brother Will, he had a passion for hockey, playing on a local pond in Abington since he and Will were 4 and 5 years old.  The brothers would spend days on end skating, even going back under the lights for a few more hours.  Their mother was a Bobby Orr fan and she taught them how to skate.

That passion for hockey led to Mike’s game improving greatly.  By the time he was in 8th grade, he decided to attend Archbishop Williams High School the following year as a freshman to improve his skills and play competitive high school hockey.  According to Mike, "Abington had some great teams in the 70’s and 80’s. My gym teacher later on in high school (after transferring back to Abington after my freshman year) was Bill McMann and he was the Abington high school hockey coach from 1967-1987 and we talked a lot about hockey and l learned all about Abington hockey tradition through him. There was also the 1981 league title banner hanging in the high school gymnasium.

Abington had a powerhouse in Coach McMann’s last year in 1987.  They made it to the state tournament at Boston University where they lost to a talented Canton club. Many of us who played together for the South Shore Eagles attended that game at Boston University along with hundreds of other Abington fans. It seemed that half of the town of Abington attended.  Andy Marhoffer was the assistant coach to Mr. McMann from ’85 to ’87.”

Mike continues, “After that group of seniors left in ’87, the team was decimated.  A few of the other really talented kids moved on to private schools, leaving public high school hockey behind.  Andy took over in ’88 and had to rebuild the program.  There were two years of heavy losses.  The team only won one or two games in ’88 and ‘89.  It was rough.  I was in seventh grade then.  My older brother Will was in eighth.  During this period, there weren’t enough young kids coming into the program.

I attended Archbishop Williams my freshman year but I wanted to play hockey at Abington with my older brother and my friends, no matter how the team fared.  Andy had them in the state tournament that year.  This was the 1989-90 season, Andy’s third year as head coach.  That was the last year before the Super Eight when making the Division 2 State Tournament was very difficult and a great accomplishment.  Abington had to beat Hull that year in the regular season just to make it into the tourney.  Hull had a great lineup that year, including a future professional hockey player on the roster.  Abington played extremely well that year and it was all because of Andy Marhoffer.  Abington didn’t have a ton of talent but Andy had them playing above expectations.  He ran two lines and three or four defensemen and just drove them to play a hungry brand of hockey."

Mike Barrett: "Abington’s success that year brought three private school kids – I was one of them – back to Abington High School the following year. We came back because the program had completely turned around.  We really wanted to play on a good high school hockey team.  That’s why so many top players go to those other schools.  Abington was now so much better and the coach was so intent on building a quality program. It was an easy decision to leave Archie’s and play for Andy.  He took hockey seriously. He knew hockey.  He was smart.  And he was tough.  And he knew how to get kids to play hockey above their talent level. The program was legit because of him.”

Andy Marhoffer made it clear that next season that any kid going out for varsity hockey in Abington better be prepared to work.  Mike explains, “The thing I remember most that year – my sophomore year and first back at Abington High School – was Andy saying, ‘If you’re here to play varsity hockey for this team, you better be prepared to put in the work.’  And he worked us hard.  He was tough.  He was technical.  And he wasn’t afraid to call you out if you weren’t putting the work in.  And that style of coaching was very effective, especially for me. I needed to break out of the mold of playing youth hockey.”

Mike continues, “That year, the 1990-91 season, was the turning point.  We played against some really good teams and stayed with them. Both Rockland and Hanover had more talent than us. Hanover lost to eventual state champion Arlington Catholic in overtime the previous year in the 1990 MIAA Tourney at B.U.  Many of us were at that game. We ended up beating Rockland one game 3-2 and tied Hanover 2-2, and we skated with both teams all season long. Those great games we played were no luck or coincidence. Hanover went on to lose to Archbishop Williams in the state tournament 4-3 that year and Archie’s went on to win the Division 2 state title in the Boston Garden. We had an excellent season in '90-'91.  We finished 10-6-2 and made the state tournament where we beat Bishop Connolly 7-2 in the first round before bowing out to perennial powerhouse Hingham, and we did it with only three seniors. Within a span of two years, Abington went from winning two games to making the state tournament and competing with some of the best teams in Division 2. That was all Andy.”

Abington High went 12-3-3 in 1991-92, finishing the last thirteen games 10-1-2.  Abington’s chief rival Hanover beat Hingham during the regular season that year, with Hingham going on to win the 1992 Division 2 state title. Abington played Hanover to a 6-6 tie and then lost a follow-up squeaker 2-1 on a late Hanover goal.  Mike: “We played our hearts out that year.  Andy got us to play some great hockey that year.  We felt we could beat anyone.  That’s how good a coach he was.  We were excited to play hockey and he got through to us.”  Abington made the state tournament again that year. 

1992-93 was another successful season, the fourth in a row for Abington High School.  The team went 12-6, good enough for second place in the South Shore League, just behind Hanover and good enough for a fourth straight appearance in the MIAA Division 2 Tournament.

“Those were the best years of my life,” Mike Barrett recalls, “the best years of my life, period.  I got better at the game of hockey, much better than I imagined I would. We competed with some of the best high school hockey teams in the state during those three years.  I was an All-Scholastic my senior year.  It was all because of my coach.  Andy Marhoffer made the program feel professional.  That was the environment he created.  He pushed me and I bought in along with many of my teammates and we competed at a high level.  Thirty years after I played my last high school hockey game, I can still remember those games and what it felt like.  I wouldn’t trade those years for anything.  Later in life, whenever I had challenges, I thought back to Andy, and as crazy as it sounds, that helped me get through whatever I was dealing with. Army Basic Training was a challenge I took on a few years after high school and it was easy for me. Early morning skating under Andy Marhoffer fully prepared me for this, I just didn’t know it at the time.  To this day, I am thankful I had him as my coach”

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“I left the Abington program and went right to Hingham.  I got my feet wet in coaching at Abington High, but it was time to move on.  Garrett Reagan was the head coach at Hingham and Tony Messina was his assistant.  I joined Garrett’s staff in 1993.  Garrett Reagan stepped down following the 2007-2008 season.  He retired with 400 wins as a head coach and is a member of the Massachusetts Hockey Hall of Fame.  Tony stepped into the head coach role the following year.  I’ve been an assistant coach at Hingham High School now for twenty-five years.  So far, we’ve won a Super 8 Title, two Division 1 Titles, and one Division 2 Title in those twenty-five years.”

 

Andy Marhoffer’s hockey career has come full circle.  Youth hockey, high school hockey, college hockey, European professional hockey, American professional hockey, and back to high school hockey.  Goalies tend to see the game more completely than other position players.  They observe what’s happening away from the puck.  They learn to anticipate and react at the same time.  For this reason they also make good hockey coaches and instructors. 

 

Andy Marhoffer was inducted to the North Adams Athletic Hall of Fame in 2009.  He led the school in saves and wins for a goaltender.  He’s played hockey in eight countries and at least fifteen states.  But he didn’t complete this journey unassisted.  He points to three individuals who had the most influence on his hockey career: his father Bill Marhoffer, his college coach Jim Ellingwood, and his high school coach Bill McKeever. 

 

Andy explains, “Sometimes you have to be pushed to reach a higher level of success and these three men did that for me.  I should add that without the support of my teammates in youth hockey and high school, I likely would not have had the career that I had.  I also need to say a few words about Mike Breen.  Mike was a senior my freshman year of high school and went out of his way to make me feel like I was part of the team.  I was a freshman backup goalie and he was the star of the team, but that didn’t matter to Mike.  He didn’t see things in those terms.  The only thing that mattered in his mind was to make me feel accepted on that team so that we all worked together toward a common goal.  That’s real leadership.”

 

Andy Marhoffer has spent fifty-five of his fifty-eight years in hockey rinks.  He’s got a ton of hockey memories and very few regrets.  He’s modest about his own career but that’s because he lived it.  The rest of us should be so fortunate. 

 

Andy and his wife Terry live in Scituate.  They have five children: Grace, Gabi, Tommy, Audrey, and Nora.  Grace, a 2013 graduate of Scituate High School, is married and works as a manager for Ivivva in Hingham.  Gabi is a 2015 graduate of Scituate High School and will graduate from Curry College’s Nursing School this spring.  Tommy is a 2017 Scituate High School graduate and is finishing up his freshman year at Assumption College where he is playing defense for the Greyhounds.  He played on the 2017 team that went all the way to the Division 2 State Finals.  Audrey is a member of the SHS Class of 2020.  She plays goalie for the hockey team and is also a cheerleader.  Nora is a member of the SHS Class of 2022.  She is also a cheerleader.  Andy is quick to give full credit to Terry for raising five great kids.  Somehow, Terry Marhoffer has found the patience to allow Andy to follow his passion for hockey while she singlehandedly runs the household.

 

 

Edited May 2, 2019