Yale Bulldogs Women's Ice Hockey

Yale Bulldogs Women's Ice Hockey

In 2011, they adopted a nine-year-old girl who had a brain tumor.There's a program at Yale New Haven Hospital that teams up children with brain tumors to one of the Yale Athletic Teams. The program is Bulldog Buddies. She goes to all of the home games and she calls them when she is in the blues.

Yale University women's ice hockey (YWIH) is an NCAA Division I varsity ice hockey program at Yale University in New Haven, CT.

The roots of the Yale University ice hockey program date back to 1975 when the team, at first, competed as a club team. Only 2 years later the program elevated its status to be a varsity team in the 1977-78 season. That makes YWIH one of the oldest varsity women's ice hockey programs in the country.

Yale competes in the ECAC Hockey League (ECACHL), along with Ivy League foes Harvard, Princeton, Cornell, Dartmouth and Brown. Both the Yale men's and women's ice-hockey teams play at Ingalls Rink, also known as "The Whale".

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