I remember when I truly felt American. I haven't really felt that since September of 2005.
I felt that the Olympics were games. I felt that amateurs were true sportsmen.
So, they made the Olympics into a capitalistic charade. They "redefined" amateurs, to make more money off of the event.
But then, they had a leader. I still cry when I think about that team, that game.
I also think about the game after that. Once again, they had a leader. Had they not won that game, they wouldn't have the gold -- they may not have got a medal at all.
Their leader led.
Again, the U.S. fell behind early, this time 2-1 after two periods, due to excellent play by the Finnish goalie. Coming into the dressing room, Brooks turned to his players, looked at them and said: "If you lose this game, you'll take it to your fucking grave." Paused, took a few steps, turned again and said, "Your fucking grave." And walked out.
"For a few hours - a magical coach convinced a magical group of kids - that they could do something ... that they really, actually, couldn't do."