About

One Hockey Dad. One Mission. Endless Cold Rinks.

I was born and raised in Detroit—where winters are long, hockey is life, and you learn early how to grind. I grew up playing youth and high school hockey, then spent a year playing after graduation before choosing a different path: I joined the United States Marines. That decision shaped who I am—discipline, commitment, and showing up no matter how uncomfortable things get.

Fast forward to now. I’m a dad of three—Gavin, Gunnar, and Sadie. Our two boys play hockey, which means our family practically lives at the rink. Early mornings. Late nights. Seven days a week. Cold concrete floors. Fogged-up glass. That familiar hum of the ice and the sharp crack of pucks during warmups.

I’ve spent more time in freezing arenas than I ever imagined possible.
I’ve survived countless 5 AM practices, tournament weekends that drain the bank account, and more gas station coffee than any human should consume.

But here’s the thing—I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Because standing on the glass isn’t just about watching a game.
It’s about showing up.
It’s about being there when no one’s keeping score.
It’s about leaning forward during a shift change, heart pounding like it’s your own name on the jersey.

Dads on the Glass was built for the fathers who live this life—the ones who don’t miss a shift, who measure time in rink schedules, and who understand that the cold, the exhaustion, and the sacrifices are part of something bigger. This brand is for the dads who clap first, cheer loudest, and quietly carry the weight of it all with pride.

This isn’t about logos or merch.
It’s about identity.
It’s about connection.
It’s about every dad who’s ever stood shoulder-to-shoulder at the glass, coffee in hand, knowing exactly why he’s there.

One hockey dad.
One mission.
Endless cold rinks.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Cheers,

Anthony

Founder- Dads on the Glass