Miracle No More

1980 Olympic Hockey Players Snatch Perfection from the Grasp of History

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The feeling I had, looking at the pictures of those aging hockey players wearing MAGA hats, must have been something like what that lone U.S.S.R. player felt as he watched those same players celebrate on the Lake Placid stadium ice in 1980.

Dismay. Disbelief. Shock.

The images were all over the Internet, brought to the world’s attention in a Twitter post by journalist Soledad O’Brien

There they stood, behind the most divisive president the United States of America has ever seen, on a stage in Las Vegas. It was 40 years after the underdog U.S.A. hockey team beat the mechanical, unstoppable, unflappable Big Red Bear, but in my mind time snapped back like a rubber band. 

It was if they’d never won that game, so shocking was the juxtaposition of two images:  that team’s players celebration in a pile in Lake Placid, and the men I saw on my computer screen, lined up next to President Donald Trump, being used as tools of acrimony and projecting a brand of patriotism that flies in the face of what they accomplished 40 years before. The same reality rip apparently was happening in the in the minds of thousands of others, judging by the reactions on Twitter.

I’ll never forget the image of that one Soviet player. And if I could have seen myself staring at the screen this past Sunday, I’m sure I would’ve seen the same vacant, incredulous look.

I remember the moment well, along with the looooonnngggg minutes of the third period that preceded it. Eleven years old, watching the game on TV with my parents, family and friends, the hair standing up on the back of my neck. The go-ahead goal, the nerves, people in the room jumping up and down, gasps, close calls… and how many minutes to go? “Do you believe in miracles?!” The final horn. Jim Craig searching the crowd for his father….

It WAS a miracle. 

It was perfect. 

And it came at a perfect time for a nation struggling with horrible economic conditions, watching U.S. citizens in captivity in Iran and on and on. People were feeling bad about the U.S.A. But that win changed everything. 

We were a force again! Those nasty Soviets weren’t going to beat us on our own soil! (Never mind that they throttled us 10-3 just a week earlier at Madison Square Garden.) We were unified once again.

U.S.A.! U.S.A.! U.S.A.! 

Then, 2020. A rally in Las Vegas. Either very stupid or incredibly naïve former hockey players wearing red hats.

The miracle, gone in an instant. Sullied. Snatched out of my chest like a barbarian ripping out my heart. Fallen from something that lived in perfection in our minds for 40 years to something cheap, dirty, objectionable. 

No.

That one word kept going through my head, not over and over again, but as one long syllable stretched into eternity.  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO….!

I wanted to unsee the image, forget what it meant to my 51-year-old self and suddenly mourning a moment that made us all proud again when we needed it. An overjoyed instant previously frozen in time, now imbued with an entirely different, vile meaning.

Marcos Bretón of The Sacramento Bee summed up my feelings almost perfectly:

When I saw the image of the team as old white men wearing red hats next to Trump, the spell was finally broken. The shelf life for this fantasy had run out for me…. It wasn’t a miracle at all. It was a lucky win that spawned a myth that died when the red hats came out and the truth was revealed.

I retweeted O’Brien with comment:

“You blew it, guys. For 40 years, your golden moment has stood as a vision of joy, hope and unification. But when you put on the cap of the most divisive figure in our history, that’s gone. You could have been a reminder of what’s good about this country on this anniversary. Bad form.” 

Miracle no more. 


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Martin C. “Red” Fredricks IV is a husband, father of three, proud Fargoan (N.D.), small business owner, reader, writer and progressive. He's also the founder of the IV Words Blog (ivwords.com) Finally, he's a ginger; ergo the “Red.” Living blue in a deep red state is tough, but somehow, day by day, he gets by.

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