Feast of the Chair of St. Peter
Today is the 25th anniversary of the Miracle on Ice. I was just flipping around and came across the replay on ESPN Classic. I still clearly remember Dad dialing the game in live on the radio in the kitchen because ABC-TV was only going to have it on tape delay later that evening.
USA 4, USSR 3. The good feeling from that game alone lingered about 15 months for me, and it still comes back every once in awhile; a clear case of sport being more than a game. USA! USA! USA! It was the first time the chant really meant something to me, of course I was only in 7th grade at the time.
Eruzione just scored the game winner at 10:00 of the 3rd period on the rebroadcast. It still gives me goose bumps. USA! USA! USA!
Here's a little lighter version of "Miracles do happen:"