Recruiting now.
There are places that leave marks on you.
And there are people who leave marks on places.
Dave Sannino was the latter.
He wasn’t loud. He didn’t need to be.
He let the work speak - sweat beneath the visor, bruises under the kit, silence after the check.
He showed up when it was rainy, cold, and no one was watching.
The kind of player who didn’t just play for himself.
He played for the jersey.
He gave the Glasgow Stags a spine.
A presence. A heartbeat.
And somewhere in all the chaos of the game—
between the hits, the heartbreak, and the brief moments of glory—
he gave us something real.
Now he’s leaving. The skates will be hung, packed, or laced up somewhere else.
But here’s the thing about people like Dave:
They don’t really leave.
They stay in the stories, the scars, the way the light hits a quiet stadium after the crowd’s gone home.
Thanks for the blood, the soul, and the truth, Dave.
Wherever you go next, bring a mouthguard and a pen.
There’s still more story to write.
Author: Ryan Flemming