05 September, 2008

Category Archives: Miracle on Ice

Wearing the Nation’s Colors Next February 22

On Sunday, February 22, 2009, the Capitals matinee-host the Pittsburgh Penguins at Verizon Center. That day will commemorate the 29th anniversary of the Miracle on Ice, the greatest day in the history of hockey and the greatest day in the history of sports. Summertime question for you: what do you think of the idea of the Caps doing something radically different with their sweaters that day — like, say, wearing re-issues of the Lake Placid heroes’ sweaters? Before you dismiss the idea out of hand, let’s first have a little chat among patriots about the matter.

First, let’s acknowledge the Caps’ unique qualifications for potentially pursuing such a scheme. In representing the nation’s capital, Washington’s hockey team is different from 29 others in the NHL. They aren’t a generic animal of prey (Panther, Bruin) or an abstract circumstance of nature (Lightning, Hurricane, Avalanche, Star); they are named as a signifier, of something nationally unifying and laudatory. Millions of Americans each year flock to Washington to experience what our city represents. In return I say a sports team named for the entirety of that experience can well represent one of this nation’s finest moments. If ever there were a pro hockey team compelled to don the ‘80 Miracle look for a commemorative occasion, it ought to be Washington’s Red, White and Blue Capitals.

Over the past three decades, the NHL has been curiously uninvolved in acknowledging Lake Placid’s Miracle. Why? Thirteen of the 20 rostered miraculous Americans went on to NHL careers — and five of them earned more than 500 games in the league. On the Miracle’s anniversary, is there any possible downside to the league associating itself with the feat? Understand that I’m not calling for some extended exploitation of the team and event, just a single day’s acknowledgment, which arrives at the heart of each hockey season.

Perhaps, it could be argued, each NHL team should wear a commemorative patch for that week’s play. I’m fine with that. But the game of hockey changed forever that night in upstate New York. Boys dreamed. Men wept. Traveling strangers pulled over their cars on interstate highways and hugged. A downtrodden culture rejuvenated itself. To this day some very learned minds suggest that geopolitical affairs were irrevocably altered by those 60 minutes of hockey. (Imagine.) And so from the NHL I’m looking for something larger as display and remembrance. Why not have a team wear the actual sweater, for one day? And who better to do that than our boys?

OFB readers this week will have noticed our humble efforts at offering up a third jersey design for the Capitals to consider down the road. Its color scheme — wholly unintended — bears a striking similarity to the sweater worn on February 24, 1980, when the Americans earned gold at Lake Placid against Finland. I find that interesting.

The next obstacle to address would be a purported “forced nationalism” on a contemporary NHL club necessarily comprised of nationals from a half dozen or more foreign nations. Specifically, wouldn’t there be awkward irony in an Alexander Ovechkin and his Russian teammates wearing “USA” across their chests the third Sunday of next February?

It’s irrefutable that the achievement of 2/22/80 was distinctly sovereign, distinctly — I would argue — American. But as it’s aged, hasn’t it acquired an EveryNation sheen of admirable heroism, a universally acknowledged sense of David slaying Goliath, and thereby broadened the general appeal of our now very global game? Isn’t there something in the Miracle for every hockey player from every nation to delight in, and celebrate? Isn’t it part of the Miracle’s lore that even the shocked and stunned Russians, standing forlorn on their own blueline, looked down the Lake Placid ice at their collegian vanquishers and admired? And if not, if that’s overstatement, couldn’t we next rationalize the commemoration merely on these grounds: at the highest level of hockey, for just one day, let’s simply and distinctly acknowledge the greatest hockey game ever played.

It would be close to a franchise-best moment to have the Capitals debut a new, very patriotic-looking third sweater next February 22, but the NHL requires that teams identify in advance all sweaters to be worn during the season. The Capitals aren’t adopting a third sweater this season. What I’m advocating is a league-issued waiver from the uniform regulations for a very special Sunday that just happens to showcase the two greatest hockey players on the planet.

This is a very, very, secondary consideration, but talk about a marketable television event! The game between Ovechkin’s Capitals and Crosby’s Penguins is already slated for national television (I say this not because I’ve confirmed it with NBC but from a sense of how could it not be?). What aura in the Phone Booth then if this unprecedented uniforming were to take place. What might tickets sell for out on the District’s streets that morning? What if one or four members of the Miracle team were in the house?

I have another compelling and deeply personal reason for pursuing this idea. During their home games the Capitals like to seat me next to SovetskySport’s Dmitry Chesnokov. Dmitry, newly sworn in as an American citizen, is younger than I am and by virtue of his age forgiveably unaware of the immediate impact of the Miracle. After next February 22nd’s game I’d like my friend to accompany me down to the Capitals’ locker room and interview his countryman Ovechkin, who’d be wearing a sweater whose style will never go out of fashion, and one which changed the world.

Remembering a Broadcast Giant in a Moment of National Glory

If Al Michaels was the voice of the Miracle on Ice, Jim McKay — ABC’s only studio presence on the evening of Friday, February 22, 1980 — was surely its face. I was too young to remember the McKay of Munich; in my adolescence of ‘80 I hung on his every word.

We lost McKay last weekend, and so we lost a towering figure of broadcast excellence, a broadcast personality perhaps more associated with the Olympics than any athlete. But most painfully for fans of American hockey, we lost a vital touchstone to one of the greatest moments of our lives, and certainly sports’ greatest moment.

Those in my age cohort will remember well the extraordinary role McKay had to play that remarkable February Friday. ABC made the decision to tape-delay the U.S.-Russia medal round semifinal, which faced off at 5:00 p.m. , and so by broadcast time that night McKay was in on one of the best-kept secrets in the history of television news; virtually the rest of his nation of 230 million was clueless. Perhaps like the rest of his countrymen two hours later — ABC didn’t broadcast the game in its entirety — in the upset’s immediate aftermath McKay simply didn’t know how to process the significance of the world-altering American triumph, and so he could manage those opening couple of setup minutes with his well-practiced professionalism.

Still, looking back, McKay’s prime-time composure seems nearly as miraculous as the feat of Herbie’s charges that day.

Because he was a pro’s pro who undoubtedly sensed the culminating effect of the American team’s feats to that moment, McKay played it straight as he came on the air at 8:00. He graced a studio set that to today’s around-the-clock-and-channels, sports-devouring eyes would seem spartan. Actually, it wasn’t so much a set as a grand stage for one: just McKay, the dean of American broadcast sports journalism, in his ABC Sports blazer. It was a very newsy shot for a very newsy occasion.

Looking back on that extraordinary moment — I have a VHS copy of it, and badly am in need of a digital one — one can see and hear the standard McKay setup for a significant moment: an eloquent and efficient chronicling of the Americans’ unbelievable underdog ascent into Lake Placid’s hockey medals qualification round. But with the benefit of hindsight, you can also detect a glimmer in his eye. That glimmer was joined by the slightest upturn in the crease of his mouth as he concluded his intro with, “You definitely want to stick around for this one.”

Were truer words ever uttered on television?

What a wonderful moment in time to be free of the Internet, I think now.

I remember McKay principally for that evening but also for his less dramatic duties hosting ABC’s ‘Wide World of Sports’ on Saturday afternoons. McKay seemed to celebrate the totality of athletic excellence in his broadcast career, which is perhaps why he cherished working the Olympics — in their less vulgar incarnation, obviously. He played it straight then, too, although I seem to remember that when it came to American excellence in sport his narrations bore a subtle but unmistakable pride. We could use more of that today, I think.

In reading memorials of his career this week I was struck by the breadth of events he covered. He was ABC’s go-to guy for special events, for decades. He was a seminal media figure at horse racing’s Triple Crown races, and with ‘Wide World of Sports’ he’d anchor one of the most successful sports programs in television history.

Televised sports in America in the ’60s, ’70s, and early ’80s was far different from what we know today. It was almost singularly male in the composition of its competitors, and it was also at times kitsch-ish in its made-for-TV moments: If it was sporting Americana taking place — the Indy 500 or Evel Knievel attempting to rocket-jump the Grand Canyon — McKay was there to cover it. In reflecting on this it strikes me as Hollywood-script-perfect for McKay to have been there as he was that fabulous Friday night, isolated in that studio shot.

“Here were these college kids beating the Soviets and going on to the Olympic Gold Medal,” McKay said in an interview in 2003. “To me, that’s the greatest upset of all time in any sport that I can think of.”

Maybe it’s the effects of nostalgia’s dominating spirit, but what I remember about February 23 and 24, 1980, was McKay’s voice interrupting what by then had become marginalized competing Olympic sports, for his narrating over scene after scene of thousands of delirious Americans draped in Old Glory, painting a small New York town in our nation’s colors.

On February 22, 1980, and for the remainder of that unforgettable weekend, we Americans, beleaguered in so many respects as we then were, needed a shepherd of first composure and then appropriate and eloquent ecstasy for an event that forever changed our lives. Jim McKay was that and much more.

It was, truly, a winter Friday night of miraculous innocence. Gone, now, like the broadcast hero who ushered it into our lives, forever.

Worlds Go Retro

This year’s IIHF World Championship Tournament is going old school, if only for one game. Fifteen of the sixteen participating teams will play one preliminary round game with retro sweaters. The sweater each country will wear was selected from what they considered to be a significant year for their national team programs. Belarus is the only country not participating as they did not have a national team until its independence from the Soviet Union in 1991.

CANADA: Commemorating the inaugural Canada Cup, the sons of the Great White North will be sporting the split-leaf jersey from 1976. The retro sweater game is May 6th against the United States.

RUSSIA: This one could not have been an easy decision with the all the success the Russians have enjoyed. Fedorov, Ovechkin, and Semin will be rocking the red in the retro threads from 1956 commomorating Russia’s first Olympic gold. The sweater will be “modern retro” with Rossiya replacing CCCP. Since the 1956 Olympics were held in Italy, the retro sweater game will be on May 2nd versus Italy.

UNITED STATES: Naturally, the US is going back to the miracle on ice. Though it’s the first one in 1960 that occurred in Squaw Valley, California. The US game is on May 2nd with Latvia.

Happy Miracle on Ice Day!

A wintry Friday it was 28 years ago today — a lot like today in D.C. A few of you, like us, and actually lived that fabulous Friday 28 years ago. But even if you didn’t, we’d like to know what that seminal day in American sporting history has come to mean to you. Share with us your lasting impressions of that event and its meaning to your hockey life.

A little snippet for you to rekindle the miracle mood:

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Sniper Jeckyl, Meet Forechecker Hyde

Cup'pa JoeOne way to react to last night’s PowerBall-winning-odds turn of events in Ottawa is as I did, in foggy disbelief, with the aid of paramedics. Clutching the lapels of the uniform jacket of the young woman from the Bethesda-Chevy Chase rescue squad kneeling over me in my home near 11:00 last night, oxygen mask over my face, I was able to stammer out “We really . . . the Senators . . . 13-1 going in . . .?” I suspect she was from Minnesota or Alberta, for she offered me the warmest of smiles and a nod of affirmation. And a victory beer.

Another way to react is with relief but also indignation. Without Chris Clark and without Alexander Semin — 68 goals of absence, we were constantly reminded this week — the Caps have taken down the province of Ontario recently by the count of 11-2. Injuries really aren’t an excuse for prolonged losing; now we know they really can’t be one for this version of the Washington Capitals. And we know this: this team, even missing a couple of key parts, is capable of playing great hockey — but you wouldn’t want to bet the mortgage on them doing it night in and night out.

Why can’t they? Why must the heat be turned up, the sportstalk shows fomenting with hockey caller fury, for this team to respond by skating brilliantly and hard for 60 minutes? Many Caps’ fans around town likely thought Coach Hanlon bought himself two or three weeks’ worth of additional job security with last night’s stunning outcome. I actually think the result bolsters the case against him.

Olie Kolzig was a rock in net last night, but he didn’t have to stand on his head. His team played that well in front of him. The Senators, authors of the best start to a season in NHL history, didn’t offer up a flat, take-the-W-for-granted effort; they skated hard and magnificently, and they played valiantly and authoritatively in the third period. But regularly there were opposing sticks in their passing lanes, shin guards in their shooting angles. The Capitals last night sent out shift after shift of committed passion, guts, and guile in pursuit of victory.

They played desperate hockey.

Problem is, we don’t see it often. And we never see it consistently.

This is a team capable of shutting out the ‘Canes, humiliating the Leafs, vanquishing the best team in hockey on its home ice. But it is also a team capable of looking mismatched against the Isles.

It is a bit of a cliche, but in sports certain teams, by virtue of their maddening inconsistency, are designated as playing up or down to the level of the competition they face. This Caps’ squad is on cue auditioning for such a status.

(What kind of consistency would I seek? That of Metro’s disruptions, delays and dysfunctions.)

My hope entering this season was that a whole lot of losing in recent seasons had bred a bile and contempt for it among a core of Caps. That mid-February Tuesday night matchup with the Panthers would be met with Old Time Orneriness. Maybe it still will. Coach Hanlon I think makes a fair point in noting the need to mesh not only his free agent newcomers with his core but four or five AHL graduates as well. But the hour of meshing is upon us.

So this member of the jury is still deliberating. I may have a verdict come late Saturday night.

Long Memory

Washington may not be a hockey town, but there are an ample number of hockey lovers in it. And hardcore ones at that. Take Rockville’s Bobby Brendler, who had this nugget in his letter published in the Washington Post yesterday:

“Still don’t watch Channel 7 news since Renee Poussaint revealed that the U.S. beat the Soviet Union in the 1980 Olympic hockey game before they showed the tape delay.”

The Post, in its “TalkBack” column, told Bobby to “Get over it.” But Bobby can get over to my place for a beer any time.    

The First Miracle on Ice

Edwyn “Bob” Owen, Harvard hockey star and defenseman for the 1960 U.S. Gold Medal-winning Olympic team, died last week at the age of 71.

For a fascinating look back at the great Olympic team that brought U.S. its first ice hockey gold, check out this article.

The Adirondacks in August Are Frozen in Time

Loyal reader John Wahala shared with us this week photos from his August vacation in the Adirondacks, which included his first-ever visit to Herb Brooks Arena. While we in D.C. were melting John was bluejeaned and sweatshirted and strolling down American hockey’s most Memorable Lane.

His images of the arena’s interior bring a fresh perspective as to just how intimate a setting the Miracle on Ice offered. Accounts of that fabulous Friday night 27 years ago commonly allude to 10,000-plus frenzied supporters in red, white, and blue, but looking at these pics, do you see room enough for 10,000? This USA Today account of the arena’s dedication to Brooks claims that normal capacity is 7,700 but that somehow 11,000 were crammed in on the night of the Miracle. Whatever the number, theirs was a privileged perch for all time. Imagine how close to the history they all were, and its sound during Al Michaels’ immortal countdown.

“Welcome to the site of the sports event of the century” indeed.

Lake Placid Winter Olympic Museum - photo by John Wahala
Outside the Olympic Museum
Lake Placid Olympic Center - photo by John Wahala
Miracle on Ice
Herb Brooks Arena Entrance - photo by John Wahala
Entrance to the Herb Brooks Arena
Herb Brooks Arena - photo by John Wahala
Herb Brooks Arena
Herb Brooks Arena - photo by John Wahala
Herb Brooks Arena again

OFB in the Media

mic1.jpgPucksandbooks will appear on VoiceAmerica Sports, a newly formed daily Internet radio sports program, today at 12:30 EST to discuss the Miracle on Ice as one of the ”Five biggest upsets in sports history.” You can listen to the exchange here.

VoiceAmerica Sports debuted on May 3.   

 

Miracle, Jennifer Aniston, and the New York Rangers

The headline will make sense momentarily . . . read on, MacDuff:

First, Eddie Cahill as Jim CraigDavid Amber posted an interview with Eddie Cahill on ESPN today. Cahill, a die-hard New York Rangers’ fan (though we won’t hold that against him), played Team USA goaltender Jim Craig in Disney’s Miracle. He also stars in CSI:NY as Detective Don Flack.

While his role in Miracle was indeed impressive (Jim Craig thought so), and he acquits himself well on CSI — though between CSI and Law & Order one wonders if any residents of New York City are still breathing — his most impressive career accomplishment may well be smooching Jennifer Aniston for seven episodes of Friends as Tag Jones.

Q: What’s been the highlight of your acting career so far?

A: I think I’d have to say “Miracle.” That group of guys was great to work with . . . there was something special about my experience on that movie. I mean, getting to live out my fantasy hockey career was pretty cool. When you try to get into acting, [it takes so long] before you look around and say, “Holy crap! I might actually be a part of this thing.” And after “Miracle,” that happened for me. I realized this very well may be what I do for a living.

Q: If “Miracle” was No. 1, I’m not sure where you put making out with Jennifer Aniston on your list . . .
A: [Laughs] 1-A. That was great.

Cahill is clearly gifted when it comes to understatement.

In addition, Cahill is blogging on NHL.com throughout the playoffs — or at least as long as his Rangers are in the hunt. It’s not quite as appealing as Miss Minnesota 2006 Nicole Swanson’s blog (with video of her modeling a Wild sweater), but Cahill is undoubtedly a passionate fan.

We at OFB revel in digging at the MSM’s general apathy toward the sport we love; it’s only fair that we also share those instances when its hockey coverage goes beyond simple game summaries.

Ex-Cap Warren Strelow, First Full-Time NHL Goaltender Coach, Passes

Word from the San Jose Sharks today that former Washington Capitals goaltender coach Warren Strelow passed at the age of 73. Strelow had served as the Sharks’ goaltender coach for the past 10 years. With Strelow, the Caps made league history in 1983 by being the first NHL team to hire a full-time goaltending coach.

And it isn’t just Caps’ and Sharks’ fans that are saddened today by the news — fans of American hockey lost a remarkable friend. Strelow served as goaltending coach for the Miracle on Ice Gold Medal winning Americans of 1980 in Lake Placid. He was inducted into the U.S. Hockey Hall of Fame in 2004.

Warren Strelow - photo from SanJoseSharks.comFrom the Sharks’ press release:

“Jim Craig, who backstopped Team USA to those impressive victories, credited Strelow as one of the main reasons for his success in the tournament. Strelow reprised his role with the U.S. Men’s Team at the 2002 Winter Games in Salt Lake City where the team captured the silver medal.

He was hired by the Washington Capitals as the first full-time goalie coach in the NHL, where he coached from 1983-1989. During a five-year period as an NHL coach, Strelow’s goaltenders with the Capitals posted the lowest composite goals-against average in the League, including winning one Jennings Trophy, emblematic of the goaltending tandem with the lowest goals-against average in a season. They also finished second in the League three times. Two of his goaltenders (Al Jensen and Pat Riggin) were named to the NHL All-Star Team and the Capitals won the 1988-89 Patrick Division Championship. Strelow also spent two seasons as a scout for the Capitals.”

We Will Never Forget

Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words . . .
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son . . .”
Henry V, at Agincourt
1980 Olympic Gold Medal - Front & Back
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1980 Olympic Gold Medal - w/ Ribbon
Jim Craig
North Easton, Mass.
Ken Morrow
Flint, Mich.
Mike Ramsey
Minneapolis, Minn.
Mark Johnson
Madison, Wis.
1980 Olympic Gold Medal - w/ Ribbon
Mike Eruzione
Winthrop, Mass.
Dave Silk
Scituate, Mass.
Bill Baker
Grand Rapids, Minn.
Neal Broten
Roseau, Minn.
1980 Olympic Gold Medal - w/ Ribbon
Dave Christian
Warroad, Minn.
Steve Christoff
Richfield, Minn.
John Harrington
Virginia, Minn.
Steve Janaszak
White Bear Lake, Minn.
1980 Olympic Gold Medal - w/ Ribbon
Rob McClanahan
St. Paul, Minn.
Jack O’Callahan
Charlestown, Mass.
Mark Pavelich
Eveleth, Minn.
Buzz Schneider
Babbitt, Minn.
1980 Olympic Gold Medal - w/ Ribbon
Eric Strobel
Rochester, Minn.
Bob Suter
Madison, Wis.
Phil Verchota
Duluth, Minn.
Mark Wells
St. Clair Shores, Minn.
1980 Olympic Gold Medal - w/ Ribbon
Herb Brooks
Head Coach
Craig Patrick
Assistant Coach
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USA 4, USSR 3

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Herb Brooks
Coach Brooks, rest in peace.

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pucksandbooks: “Hundreds over the years have stopped me in my Jeep at shopping mall and ice rink parking lots, or with beaming smile inquiries at red light intersections, all with comments about the significance of my tags or the impact the Miracle had on them. Regularly I hear about where people were then. More recently I see arms extended out of car windows, cell phone cameras presumably poised to snap the moment. I hope this never stops.”

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