…How the heck did I manage to not do Miracle before this? Today, of course, is the anniversary of a day that was an absolutely needed shot in the arm for the United States of America.
I was nine years old, and I missed this game because of a stupid Cub Scouts dinner that NOBODY wanted to be at because of the game. And then when that bastard master of ceremonies or whatever stood up to announce the final score, he gave the Russian score first because he thought it’d be ‘funny.’ …Still. I remember that things got better for the USA after that, so I suppose that I should forgive the fellow his fun.
Anyway: and so, adieu to Arrival.
Moe Lane
PS: For the record: Russians play one heck of a game of hockey. There ain’t no margin for error against those guys; mess up, and they swarm all over you.
Being a Minnesotan by birth, many of the players on that team were local legends *before* the Miracle. After they were simply canonized. Hockey is the One True Religion in Minnesota.
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Kurt Russell has a host of movies where he just seemed to show up and collect a paycheck. Then there are movies he absolutely lives the part. And he nailed Herb Brooks. That performance was Oscar-worthy, IMHO.