In rinks across Maine—where the air usually hums with the scrape of blades, the thud of pucks, and the roar of teammates—there is instead a haunting silence. The Maine Moose and Central Maine Hornets are mourning, their hearts heavy with grief after the sudden passing of Cody Sack, a beloved goaltender who embodied the soul of the game and the spirit of those who play it.
Cody passed away unexpectedly on Thursday, May 15, 2025, sending shockwaves through the close-knit hockey community and beyond. He was more than just a talented athlete; he was a son, a teammate, a leader, and a friend whose presence could light up a room and steady a storm.
Born with a natural reflex in the crease and an even quicker wit, Cody was known across the state for his lightning-fast glove hand and his uncanny ability to read the game. But even more than that, he was known for the warmth of his character. His smile was the kind that disarmed nerves and inspired confidence, the kind that welcomed every new face into the fold as though they had always belonged. Whether it was pre-game rituals or post-game hugs, Cody made every locker room feel like home.
On the ice, he was a wall—a fierce competitor who left it all out there, game after game. Off the ice, he was a cornerstone—loyal, thoughtful, and unshakably kind. Coaches relied on his quiet leadership. Younger players looked up to him as a role model. Teammates knew him as the guy who would always stay late to help, always offer encouragement, always find a way to lift the energy of those around him.
Cody didn’t just play hockey. He lived it. It was in the early-morning practices, the frozen fingers, the long road trips filled with laughter and shared playlists. It was in the way he respected the game—and everyone who loved it alongside him. He was as dependable in the net as he was in life: steady, strong, and always there when you needed him most.
His passing has left a void that feels as vast and cold as the rinks he once called home. His absence is in the echo of an empty crease, in the silence after a whistle, in the quiet grief that ripples through every locker room, every huddle, every practice where his laugh should still be heard.
And yet, even in this heartbreak, Cody’s presence endures. It’s in the jerseys hung in tribute, the sticks left out by front doors, the moments of silence held before puck drop. It’s in the way teammates look out for one another a little more closely now, in the tears shared between rivals who understood the kind of person they’d lost.
The legacy Cody leaves behind is not just one of athletic excellence, though that was certainly part of his story. It is a legacy of compassion, resilience, and brotherhood. He reminded us all what matters most: showing up for each other, skating through the hard days, and never taking this life—or each other—for granted.
As the Maine Moose and Central Maine Hornets hang their heads in mourning, they also lift their hearts in gratitude for having known a soul as genuine and giving as Cody Sack. His was a life that, though far too short, was lived with meaning, laughter, and an unrelenting love for the game and the people who surrounded it.
The ice is uncommonly quiet this week, yes—but in that quiet, there is reverence. There is love. And there is the unspoken vow that Cody’s memory will live on—not just in tribute banners or jersey patches, but in every save made, every teammate lifted, and every young goalie who dares to believe that kindness and courage can, indeed, share the same crease.
Rest easy, Cody. You will forever be our MVP.