Do you believe in miracles?
February 22, 1980 - if you were old enough, it’s likely that you remember the game - US vs USSR - where you were and who you watched this game with. It was David vs Goliath, a bunch of college kids versus what was then a huge dynasty, Russian hockey, a group of men who had played together for years on a state-supported team.
This was a good look at the game, the players, the coaches, and even a little of the backdrop that these Olympics were played against. The Russians had just invaded Afghanistan. There were hostages in Iran. Americans were hungry for heroes. Herb Brooks, a college hockey coach, put together a team of kids from the Midwest (Minnesota, Wisconsin, and North Dakota) and the East (Massachusetts) who were on opposing sides just years or months before they were placed on the US team. This was prior to allowing professional players in the Olympics which placed some countries (like US) at a disadvantage compared to other countries that supported what amounted to a professional “amateur” team. Brooks determined that to bring them together he would give them a common foe, himself. The team was relentlessly pounded by Brooks with punishing practices and games against minor league hockey teams and European exhibition games. Only 4 days prior to the start of the Olympics this team was drubbed by the Russians in a game at Madison Square Gardens. Yet he lit a fire. It was experience vs. youth, men vs. boys, champions vs. upstarts, communism vs. capitalism, on a sheet of ice in the Adirondack Mountains.… The twenty members of the 1980 Olympic hockey team did something extraordinary once. This is the story of a Friday night in Lake Placid, New York, and the men who lived it.
The author constructed the book like the game - with 3 periods and 2 intermissions. You get the plays, but also the stories of the guys who made the plays, how they got there and what happened in their lives afterwards. Only 13 of the 20 players actually made it into the NHL. Even the captain of the US team (Eruzione) did not play in the NHL. These guys went on to set records (Ken Morrow: first man to capture Olympic and NHL titles in the same year; Neal Broten: the first American-born player to have a 100-point season in the NHL). They have become almost mythic - the youngest US Olympic hockey team ever (18 of 20 were still in college), the team that took on the Russians and won, then won one more game the next day against a strong Finnish team to take the gold. There are great stories and insights into the players and the game. The Lake Placid Olympics were special - a remote NY area that produced some of the most epic athletic performances and not just by the hockey team. This is the Olympic Games that also saw Eric Heiden sweep every individual event and win 5 gold medals in speed skating and the pair figure skaters of Gardner & Babilonia get so close to competing for gold only to be forced to withdraw due to an injury.
This was well worth reading - it captures the time and experience. It captures the innocence of these kids of working class parents putting the hearts on the line for their coach. It captures the plays and players. And finally, it captures your heart. Even non-hockey lovers are fans for a moment and if you like hockey (as I do … go Preds!!) it is a must-read.
Quotes I liked:
Herb Brooks… wasn’t coaching a Dream Team. He was coaching a team full of dreamers.
Hockey is the quirkiest and most capricious of sports, a game played at a dizzying pace, on a slippery surface, players coming on, players going off, championships decided by a bad bounce, a well-positioned blade, by whether a speeding disc hits the inside of the post or the outside.
Five of the guys on the team were on opposite sides of one of the nastiest college hockey brawls anyone could remember—the 1976 NCAA semifinal bloodbath between Minnesota and Boston University. The puck dropped, a minute later so did the gloves, and it was an hour before they played any more hockey. It was so bad that even Gopher trainer Gary Smith got into it, punching a BU player who had spit on him.
Hockey is a club that holds its members tightly, the bond forged by shared hardship and mutual passion, by every trip to the pond, where your feet hurt and your face is cold and you might get a stick in the ribs or a puck in the mouth, and you still can’t wait to get back out there because you are smitten with the sound of blades scraping against ice and pucks clacking off sticks, and with the game’s speed and ever-changing geometry. It has a way of becoming the center of your life even when you’re not on the ice.
… they made people feel better when there wasn’t much to feel good about, reaffirming that Americans do have greatness and courage and unbreakable spirit within them.
Brooks’ pregame inspiration for his team: “You were born to be a player. You were meant to be here. This moment is yours.”
[Mark] Johnson wouldn’t look at a glass and believe it was half-full; he’d believe that at any minute it would get a refill.
You change what you can and deal with everything else.
“Hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard.”
Goalies are different from other human beings...a special sort of self-reliance to play the goal, and a willfulness that borders on defiance: You are not getting this puck past me.
You deal with what is, strap your pads back on, and get ready for what’s next. You remember what really matters.
“Life is a marathon,” Craig said. “It doesn’t matter if you’re in front in the first five meters or the first five miles. It’s where you get to. It’s how you’re doing, and where you are when you cross the finish line.
… his [Brooks] quietly held conviction that in one game on one night, his team of overmatched and underaged kids could beat the best team in the world. It was to believe again in the nation’s capacity for greatness, in the collective power of a true team, foibles and frailties notwithstanding.
Behind every player there were stories of love and sacrifice and struggle, of human beings being human… Life is hard, and Olympic gold medals provide no exemption. You push on, do your best, and if you are really brave, you dream big, doubts and fears be damned. This is the stuff that miracles are made of, and the proof was there to see, on February 22, 1980.
When your focus is not on the outcome but on putting everything you have into every moment, it changes everything.