I'll never forget those 2 games, but especially the Russia one.
As kids we would play ball hockey at night in the parking lot of a casket company on our block. It had security lights so the lot was well lit. We were playing the role of the 1960 US gold medal winning Olympic Champions. We won that medal so many times, but it would have to wait 20 years before we got to see it again.
2 of my college teammates, one from Rochester and the other from Ogdensburg, were in my suburban Utica apt. living room. We were like kids again cheering and screaming as the fates produced the unbelievable final results. Then we had to sweat through the start of the Gold Medal game with the Finns.
The games took place during a central NY winter freezing spell unlike any seen since. Can't remember how many days we were below zero for the high and the night lows were off the charts. Global warming has killed those kind of cold snaps. I actually miss them. Those winter nights in that Rochester casket company parking lot saw the thermometer below zero on many a night. Our parents called us insane for being out there for hours, but the belief we were winning Gold made it such a warm night out in the cold. The older you get the clearer the memories of the past become and seem just like yesterday. I don't understand the people who say they'd never want to do it over again. I'd grab my wife and leap into that time machine and do it all over again as long as I was guaranteed it would repeat the exact same script. She lived about 10 houses up that street from the vacant lot that bordered on that parking lot.
Amazing memories from the sand lot baseball, football, and hockey we played in that vacant lot during the day and the games we continued into the night on that blacktop parking lot. We were all from lower middle class households who barely had a pot to piss in, but our friendships/street baseball and football played every spare hour of every day/neighborhood play including the non- athletes and the girls/ organized Little League, Pony League, Colt League baseball/street, local frozen park ponds, and the Barge Canal for hockey/all evolved into high school Football, Hockey/and Baseball.
Kids just don't play like that anymore and it's criminal.
Then it was off to college. That neighborhood girl followed a year later. I've already traveled those days with you, marriage and moving to the Utica area. Now old and retired for many years. I'd definitely live all those years again. It sure beats what's not that far down the road. LOL