Status Updates From The Boys of Winter: The Unt...

~ “It was the last of the small games,” said Mike Moran, who spent a quarter-century as the press chief for the U.S. Olympic Committee. “We’ll never see a Games like that again. It was almost like elementary school compared with the way the Olympics are now.”

Me: that makes me sad

The Olympic Village is now a federal prison!? Umm

Changing out the goalie was a mistake

~ “Sometimes you can’t answer the why questions,” Mark Johnson said. “You just have to trust God and be faithful. You have to be thankful and try to lead your life in a way that people can look to it as an example.”

I can't believe Mark Johnson tried to sell off his hockey gloves at a garage sale for $3

I love that Buzz Schneider's son played him in the movie!

~ There’s no Mason-Dixon line in Minnesota, but the differences between north and south Minnesota are as deep as any of the state’s 15,000-plus lakes.

Me: I can verify that

~ The plates were rented from a place in the Twin Cities, and the Iron Rangers who hosted the event honored their self-sufficient ways. They woke up early the next morning and washed all 1,000 plates by hand.

reading about the Iron Range makes me so sad

~ When the U.S. team scored, they looked like kids at recess, running toward each other, exulting, a group hug waiting to happen. The Soviets had emotions; they just didn’t believe in displaying them.

I wonder if Billy Baker was Scandinavian? his last name doesn't sound it

~ “Your people can build the world’s tallest buildings,” Tarasov once told his friend Lou Vairo, a USA Hockey executive who was a scout on the 1980 team and the Olympic coach in 1984. “You can make forty-nine different kinds of mayonnaise. You can teach dolphins to do the most complex tasks. Why can’t you teach your hockey players to pass the puck more than two meters?”

Me: ouch

~ ...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.

~ 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, ...

12 guys were from Minnesota?? How about that, huh?

~ “Well, I guess the coach cut the right guy,” Herb Sr. told his son.

Me: ouch ouch ouch

Herb Brooks didn't believe in seatbelts? Dude.