Sunday, February 22, 2015

Miracle on Ice 4-3

On vacation in Mazatlan soaking up the Mexican rays
Knowing that at Lake Placid the Soviets and the U.S. in hockey would play
In 1980 the Cold War was heating up, had left the setting of simmer
And the chance of improving relations getting slimmer and slimmer
Soviets had just started their Vietnam
In Tehran our hostages were still imprisioned facing harm
Somehow a team of college students thrown together just a few short time ago
Were to face the Soviets who had been together for years playing like pros
Save for the goalie, hockey is a game in which teamwork trumps and players reach each others minds
Put a team together and the next day put them on the ice and although they may see, it’s like playing blind
How the U.S. could field some stars then meld into  a team in a sport down the sports food chain
To play against a team of veterans playing together for years mind boggles the brain
Was it the lack of emotion that in the Soviets had gone out?
Why a need for emotion when you know this is supposed to be another expected rout?
The U.S. played with emotion and on that day into a team moving as one, a team together fused
Our goalie became the new Iron Curtain and Berlin Wall and most shot attempts he refused
When the last seconds ticked off and the game came to an end
A miracle; we had broken the Soviet’s back, great copy for the sportswriter’s pens.
Only drawback was that  in 1980 a satellite dish in Mazatlan was extremely rare
Could not find a cantina or hotel to watch and with Team U.S.A. the passion of their victory share.
© February 22, 2015 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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