that's also amazing but I am not quite that old. I've read a bit about 1960 but I was glued to the screen for 1980. I had my dad within a few minutes of agreeing to drive to Lake Placid for the finals from Westchester county in NY (about 6 or 7 hours at the best of times) before my mother shot down that idea when she heard me pleading with him that we could find some way to get tickets.
Yea it was his grandpa and great uncle both on 1960 gold medal team. His family is legends in Warroad Minnesota. They have a hockey stick company.
That 1980 experience will forever be the greatest sports rooting moment of my life. I was in the building for my favorite pro team to win the Stanley Cup. Truly an amazing moment. But maybe because of my age at the time, that 1980 team is in a tier by itself. When I got to Lake Placid a few years later, I walked into the arena and onto the ice and knelt down and kissed center ice. There were kids figure skating in various places on the rink. Nobody stopped me walking out and nobody seemed to bat an eye when I got up or when I finally left a few minutes later after just taking in the atmosphere. My guess, I wasn't the first to do that.
