The Miracle on Grass…

When I was 8 years old, I remember watching the USA hockey team beat the Soviets. I remember because I was at my grandmother’s place. She had a small television, and while I didn’t understand exactly what was happening, I understood that it meant something.

It was a different time and place, but watching the US National Team play in the World Cup – as the great malaise of two wars, the continuing recession, the rising jobless rates – I can’t help but feel that same thing again.

I watch these young men with adult eyes, but still through the lens of that 8-year old. I don’t understand exactly what is happening, but I understand that it’s something.

So, it seems, do you:

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