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The following excerpt was in an online new site today.
Thirty-five years ago today, I sat down in front of the TV with my family and 34 million other Americans to watch a hockey game. None of us knew how much our outlook on the world would change just a few hours later, but it did.
That night, 20 of our champions, in the most classic sense of the world, achieved the unthinkable, and reminded us that anything was possible. Years of malaise and fear that had paralyzed our nation were swept aside with feelings of hope and glory by the score of 4-3.
As a kid I grew up about 5 minutes from a skating ring and spent a good deal of my youth there when not playing baseball or fishing
It was a great place to grow up and I think I had just about every job you could have at an ice rink. I loved hockey but didn't play it much other then pickup games. All my siblings worked and skated at the rink as well.
During this time it was hard not to be affected by the world events in spite of my parents efforts to keep things normal. High unemployment, gas shortages, inflation, the post Vietnam malaise in addition to the Cold War with Russia was all part of the landscape. Some schools still practiced their emergency drills in the event of a nuclear bomb detonating in a city near you.
We were also sports enthusiasts and loved watching the Olympics. I recall not thinking too much about our hockey chances as my brothers told me the Russians were unbeatable and sure enough just before the games started we got pounded by the Russians 10-3 at the garden. Still we were all pretty excited to watch the winter Olympics and my mom even allowed us to watch the games while we ate dinner. I think she was equally excited to watch as well.
So 35 years ago today we gathered around the TV and watched completely Unaware of the miracle that would in fact come in 2 hours time. As the game progressed we were absolutely riveted to the set chanting USA USA USA and watching Jim Craig stop the Russian onslaught. Evey once in awhile I'd glance at my dad and see him with his eyes closed saying a quick prayer. I vividly recall the last 5 minutes of the game. We were all on our feet screaming with each stopped shot or when the puck cleared. We counted down the last 10 seconds then went wild high fiving each other and jumping around like we had win the game ourselves then I looked over at my mom who was actually teary eyed and hugging my dad. Outside of our house the whole block was outside chanting USA USA and celebrating. It was pretty cool and while I didn't fully appreciate the significance it was clear something bigger then winning the game had occurred.
If you have not seen the movie "miracle" definitely rent it as its a pretty accurate retelling of the story. As is often the case a seemingly innocuous event ended up giving the country a big shot in the arm. Amazing that 35 years have passed but I can recall it like it was yesterday...USA USA. USA!!!
And here it is the last 2 minutes
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qYscemhnf88
Thirty-five years ago today, I sat down in front of the TV with my family and 34 million other Americans to watch a hockey game. None of us knew how much our outlook on the world would change just a few hours later, but it did.
That night, 20 of our champions, in the most classic sense of the world, achieved the unthinkable, and reminded us that anything was possible. Years of malaise and fear that had paralyzed our nation were swept aside with feelings of hope and glory by the score of 4-3.
As a kid I grew up about 5 minutes from a skating ring and spent a good deal of my youth there when not playing baseball or fishing
It was a great place to grow up and I think I had just about every job you could have at an ice rink. I loved hockey but didn't play it much other then pickup games. All my siblings worked and skated at the rink as well.
During this time it was hard not to be affected by the world events in spite of my parents efforts to keep things normal. High unemployment, gas shortages, inflation, the post Vietnam malaise in addition to the Cold War with Russia was all part of the landscape. Some schools still practiced their emergency drills in the event of a nuclear bomb detonating in a city near you.
We were also sports enthusiasts and loved watching the Olympics. I recall not thinking too much about our hockey chances as my brothers told me the Russians were unbeatable and sure enough just before the games started we got pounded by the Russians 10-3 at the garden. Still we were all pretty excited to watch the winter Olympics and my mom even allowed us to watch the games while we ate dinner. I think she was equally excited to watch as well.
So 35 years ago today we gathered around the TV and watched completely Unaware of the miracle that would in fact come in 2 hours time. As the game progressed we were absolutely riveted to the set chanting USA USA USA and watching Jim Craig stop the Russian onslaught. Evey once in awhile I'd glance at my dad and see him with his eyes closed saying a quick prayer. I vividly recall the last 5 minutes of the game. We were all on our feet screaming with each stopped shot or when the puck cleared. We counted down the last 10 seconds then went wild high fiving each other and jumping around like we had win the game ourselves
then I looked over at my mom who was actually teary eyed and hugging my dad. Outside of our house the whole block was outside chanting USA USA and celebrating. It was pretty cool and while I didn't fully appreciate the significance it was clear something bigger then winning the game had occurred. If you have not seen the movie "miracle" definitely rent it as its a pretty accurate retelling of the story. As is often the case a seemingly innocuous event ended up giving the country a big shot in the arm. Amazing that 35 years have passed but I can recall it like it was yesterday...USA USA. USA!!!
And here it is the last 2 minutes
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qYscemhnf88
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