On the ice, Lacy was a nightmare for opposing teams. As a defenseman, she was the immovable wall that broke plays apart and sent players spinning with bone‑shaking bodychecks. Her coach’s mantra became legendary: “Give the puck to Lacy, and she’ll do the rest.” She had the Bobby Orr mentality — a defender who could score, a bruiser who could glide, a powerhouse who could lead a rush end‑to‑end. Her Boston aggressiveness made her the first to start fights and the last to finish them, and she took pride in leaving the rink without a smudge on her lipstick. She chirped relentlessly, got under opponents’ skin, and pushed the limits of psychological warfare. Her antics were infamous — trash‑talking, taunting, and even licking or kissing opponents to throw them off their game. She was the Bruins’ brown‑bear enforcer, a menace with unmatched skill, and her rivalry with Stacy of the Florida Panthers became one of the most heated in the league. Off the ice, she was a fashion‑obsessed diva who loved being the center of attention, and she could outdrink anyone in a local Irish bar — though too much whiskey often meant overturned tables and knocked‑out patrons.