I by sheer good fortune was at both the game against the USSR in Lake Placid and Game 3 of the 1996 World Cup.
My GF back in 1980 had bought the tickets for the Friday afternoon game a month earlier and of course with no clue on the matchup - the evening game was sold out as conventional wisdom was the best matchup would be in primetime. Little did we know.
Driving up from Boston that morning my GF Annie was so happy saying we can win. I would nod but as a BU grad, I feared the worst knowing how good the USSR was. In retrospect it is obvious Brooks tanked the friendly at MSG 3 weeks earlier just in case they would meet in Lake Placid.
Lake Placid wasn't the biggest upset in hockey history, it ranks as perhaps the biggest upset in North American sports history in any sport.
The late Jim McKay said it best that night.
1996 was another kettle of fish.
That 1996 USA Team was most certainly inspired by the 1980 team but that World Cup was ignored in the US except by puckheads but in Canada winning meant everything.
FOX produced the 1996 WC but did not air the games on the main network and in many markets the games wound up on SportsChannel as ESPN wanted nothing to do with it.
I also attended Game 1 of the 1972 Summit Series in Montreal and I can tell you that the USA's victory 24 years later had the same effect as what should have been a vibrant Saturday night in Montreal felt like a Tuesday.
What I remember most about Game 3 was sitting in the first row of the 300 level in what was then Centre Molson on the blue line in a single seat and everybody around me was annoyed that I was waving a tiny US flag and all claimed to not speak English.
With about 6 minutes left, I screamed in English 'We got this' and the person sitting to my right suddenly said 'Yes you do'. He shook my hand after the game.
A year and a half later CBS showed this game live and tried to explain to Americans what this game meant to Canada
You are one well travelled hockey fan.
I felt a similar sense of isolation in 1988, at a Seattle pizza parlour where myself and a roomful of Americans all sat transfixed in front a TV in anticipation of the 100 meter final. I didn't have a flag to wave and tried to be low key. But somehow several people seemed to know that I was a Canuck.
What a great 24 hours that was.
"I also attended Game 1 of the 1972 Summit Series in Montreal and I can tell you that the USA's victory 24 years later had the same effect as what should have been a vibrant Saturday night in Montreal felt like a Tuesday."
A while ago we were talking about 72, and a poster I think his name was Jack Slater provided clippings that said Bostonians were
overwhelmingly dialed into that series v the Sox who I think were in a pennant run that year. Wow. I always knew Boston was a hockey town but that's next level. I now feel that Boston
deserved Bobby Orr, although perhaps not as much as the guy I met online once who told me he has been spelling 4 "forr" since those glory days. (Maybe some sort of honourary citizenship, lol?)
I was in the States during the Miracle on Ice and it was such a beautiful thing. We got what you guys did from coast to coast, but so few American markets really understood back then. People got interested, but few knew the story, in particular what North American hockey had been forced to confront since Game One in 72. I was happiest for the 'hockey" people among you. But there were no hands to shake, in my case, as the nearest rink was then about two hours from where I lived.
Likeable though he was, Jim McKay is not a 'hockey' person. He proved it by likening the Soviets to a Super Bowl champ and that's selling the American team's accomplishment short. The Steelers were a club team among many others in the NFL. USA80 faced an all-pro team of Pro Bowlers that was playing its second-most important game of a given four year cycle and trained all year round.