February 22, 1980, Lake Placid, NY. It was the night before my 25th birthday.
Many old-timers like me will remember this 60 second blip in time as if it was just yesterday. It was so much more than just a game. An amazing group of young Americans did what couldn’t be done – they beat the mighty Soviet hockey team and then stampeded to the gold against Finland 2 days later. And in the process, they helped lift us out of the deep national funk that had gripped America by the throat all throughout the 1970’s. We suddenly felt good about ourselves again. I call it one of the most uplifting moments in my lifetime.
Do you believe in miracles?
I too was 24 that night, returning from Seattle where I’d gone to check out a possible career move. As the last seconds of the game ticked down on my radio, I suddenly noticed that all the cars ahead of me were pulling off the road! The cars coming the opposite direction we’re doing the same! I pulled over as well and turned the radio down as I heard, not a siren but, cheering! I stepped out of my car and joined in and, some may scoff, but I felt a unity with all those fellow Americans (complete strangers) that I’ve never forgotten! It remains to this day, one of the treasured memories of my life!A bunch of American college kids against the Russian “amateurs”
Thank you for your wonderful story about a truly defining moment in our history. Viet Nam, inflation, the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, the Iran hostage crisis, Watergate, Patty Hearst, two OPEC oil embargo's, etc. had all combined into one gigantic gut punch for our country. It was a miserable, depressing, lost decade. Any American who is too young to have personally experienced the game can still be proud to learn of the result. But to have actually experienced the change it brought about is practically impossible to put into words. You either experienced it or you didn't. There was a pre-Olympics and then a post-Olympics America that was so very different. We owe so much to that team and their coaches.I too was 24 that night, returning from Seattle where I’d gone to check out a possible career move. As the last seconds of the game ticked down on my radio, I suddenly noticed that all the cars ahead of me were pulling off the road! The cars coming the opposite direction we’re doing the same! I pulled over as well and turned the radio down as I heard, not a siren but, cheering! I stepped out of my car and joined in and, some may scoff, but I felt a unity with all those fellow Americans (complete strangers) that I’ve never forgotten! It remains to this day, one of the treasured memories of my life!