7 Things You Don't Know About 1980 Olympic Hockey (But You Should)

As I mentioned briefly in a previous post, I am the proud owner of DVDs of the Lake Placid 1980 Olympic hockey tournament. (That's the Miracle team, in case there are any poor souls people following this blog that don't know that.) I don't even really know how I found these DVDs, because I sure wasn't looking for them. But whatever the circumstances were, I basically fell out of my chair when I realized what was in front of me. Now, I'm normally not one to happily shell out 50 bucks for... er, well, anything. But this was seven DVDs of games played by my favorite team in the world, games that I'm fairly certain don't exist online anywhere. So I counted down the days until payday, and made my purchase.

And guys, it's kind of the greatest purchase I've ever made. I totally understand why this team's entire history is boiled down to Mike Eruzione's game-winning goal against the Soviets and Jim Craig's brilliance in net, but damn. You kind of forget that there was a whole tournament leading up to that game and so, so many other heroes that played a role in that journey. Hell, I pride myself on knowing a ton about this team, and there were some things that made my jaw hit the floor.

So here we go. Prepare to be educated!

7 things you don't know about 1980 olympic hockey (but you should)

1. Bill Baker is a freaking hero. What Miracle showed happen during the game against Sweden is entirely true; the U.S. was down 2-1 and Bill Baker scored in the last minute of play to tie things up. But what the movie (and public knowledge) kind of glosses over is the fact that if Bill didn't score that goal, things would've looked very, very different for the U.S. for the rest of the tournament. That goal gave the team a ton of momentum and a little bit of a cushion. Had they lost, every game would've been a must-win. Could they have performed as well under that kind of pressure? Could they have rebounded after a loss? Well, thankfully they didn't have to find out because of Bill's goal, as the commentators reminded viewers at least once in every. single. subsequent. game. It felt like every time Bill touched the puck his prior heroics were mentioned, actually using the word "heroics" more often than not. Not sure how this got lost in the shuffle of history! And then, in the following game, he got hit in the neck/mouth area with a shot on goal. He was down on the ice for awhile, but didn't miss a shift. You go, Billy!

Bill Baker

2. Ken Morrow is the guy you want on your team. He's not the guy that was making the flashiest plays, or the guy that was lighting up the stat sheets. But Ken Morrow was always in position, always where he was needed, and always executed solidly. I'm far from a hockey expert so I can't really explain what I'm talking about, but watching these games I feel safe whenever the puck is on Ken's stick. He also apparently separated his shoulder during the game against Czechoslovakia. I didn't notice anything happen, and only knew he was hurt when Al Michaels said something during the following game, in which Ken played his normal amount of time. How the heck do you separate your shoulder without drawing attention to it and then miss zero ice time?! Jeez. I mean, after the Olympics he went straight to the New York Islanders and won three straight Stanley Cups, so clearly he was doing something very, very right.

Ken Morrow
 
3. Two words: Mark Pavelich. It's no secret that Pav holds a special place in my heart, but it's not even my bias speaking when I say HOLY COW could that boy play! He was always in the right place at the right time to poke the puck away from the opponent and shovel it across the crease to an open teammate, and if he wasn't, he'd just casually catch up to whoever had it. Seriously, Pav was crazy fast, and his passes were like works of art. You don't have to know a thing about him to know that he spent more time in skates growing up than he did in shoes; his hockey instincts are freaking ridiculous. It's so much fun to watch him play. You know something exciting is going to happen when Pav is on the ice.

Mark Pavelich
 
4. Mike Eruzione is more than that one goal. Let's talk about the captain for a sec, shall we? In Miracle and in the media, it's pretty well focused-on that Rizzo was far from the best player on the team. Herb Brooks actually almost cut him several weeks before the Olympics. Somehow, in my mind at least, this turned into thinking that his game-winning goal against the Soviets was his only scoring contribution at the Olympics (that would've been a helluva story!). But he actually scored several times during round robin play, including the first goal of the 7-3 win over Czechoslovakia. Color me surprised!

Mike Eruzione
 
5. Mark Johnson is more than those five goals. I've raved about Mark Johnson's hockey wizardry in the past, but a little context makes a huge difference. Mark scored five goals at the Olympics, three of which came in the two games of the medal round. So that means that he only scored twice in the first five games, and in watching them I was wondering where the Magic I'd known had disappeared to. But when you think about it... he was on the ice for penalty kills. He was on the ice for power plays. Herb liked him to play for 40% of games, nearly had a (well-televised) conniption when Mark was injured against the Czechs, and told Al Michaels that, "Mark Johnson makes this team go." If I had to guess, I'd say Mark's intangibles were almost as valuable as all those points he accumulated.

Mark Johnson
 
6. ...And so is Buzz Schneider. On the complete flip side of Mark, my main man Buzz scored four of his five goals in round robin play and only one in the medal round. So those first five games basically belonged to Buzz. Imagine my sheer delight when, time after time, Buzz scored a goal with Pav credited for the assist! I love me that Conehead line. :) As a line (those two and Bah Harrington) they were the highest scoring on the team, and it honestly looked like they'd played on a line together for their entire lives. They were so in sync, like they knew where the others would be before they got there. So what they may have lacked in pure technical talent they made up for in "...wait, how the HECK did they just make that play?!"

Buzz Schneider


7. About 90% of them looked like they were 15 years old.

1980 US Olympic hockey team
How? HOW?!?
 That's right: a bunch of adorable little boys are behind America's greatest Olympic moment ever.

Venus Trapped in Mars


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Of Torches, Medals and Bucket Lists

Yesterday morning, I woke up eagerly like a kid on Christmas with the promise of a tour through the U.S. Olympic Committee archives waiting under the tree.

(Quick shout-out to the fall 2013 intern class! We're a pretty proactive bunch, re-starting the intern blog [more info to come!] and the Intern Games, and getting this tour to happen. Good work, folks!)

We met up with Terry, the archivist, and her intern Cassandra and were immediately led into an office area where all historical photos are kept. Man, if I had a few hours to browse through there! Terry told us a little bit about her classification system for all the images she has and pulled out some photos from the Athens 1896 Opening Ceremony. So cool!

But after that came the really, really cool stuff. Terry took us down into the basement of the building that houses USA Shooting to where all the things are kept; uniforms, torches, medals, pins, merchandise, posters, film, etc. It's a magical land that sort of looks like prison.

Los Angeles 1984 and 1932-themed display for one of the Team USA Houses in Sochi.

Participation medals from Los Angeles 1932 (left) and Barcelona 1992 (right).
U.S. Olympic team poster for Nagano 1998. I'm OBSESSED!
From that little area where we saw the stuff pictured above, Terry led us back into the rows and rows of metal shelving where things are stored. Somehow I ended up right up at the front of the procession, so I was next to Terry as she was sorting through boxes and pulling stuff out for us. Conveniently, this meant I was one of the first people to get to hold everything. :)

Salt Lake City 2002 gold medal for women's curling.
Guys, I checked an item off my Olympic bucket list (and my Colorado bucket list, actually); I got to hold an Olympic medal! :D However, one of the negatives of being right at the front meant that this medal was well past me when Terry told us we could wear it as long as the metal didn't touch our skin. But I was okay with that, since this medal really wasn't the one I had come to see.

The torches came out next!

From left to right; Beijing 2008, Torino 2006, London 2012.
Terry brought out another medal next, and this time, I was prepared.

Bronze medal from Atlanta 1996.
It was around this time that some of us started looking around at the shelves closest to us, and we noticed some pretty interesting stuff.


I was basically in Olympic nerd heaven, which was only exacerbated by the emergence of...

A pin from the Tokyo 1940 Olympics that were cancelled due to World War II.
But by now, I was getting a little antsy. It didn't look like Terry was going to be showing us any more medals, and as much as I felt bad about making a request, I knew this would be my only shot. So I went for it.

"Terry, do you have any medals from 1980?"

"I don't have any from Moscow, but Lake Placid I do."

"Oh, uh, yeah, that's -- I mean, Lake Placid. That's what I was -- yeah."

And after a brief period of rooting around in boxes, during which I got kind of sweaty and jittery and had to restrain myself from watching over her shoulder while she searched... I had a Lake Placid 1980 Olympic gold medal hung around my neck. (No, seriously, Terry actually hung the medal around my neck as if I won it.)

Just to put things in perspective? During the Lake Placid Olympics, the only Americans to have these babies hung around their necks were Eric Heiden and the Miracle on Ice hockey team. Holy. Freaking. History. I'm still not over it. Pretty sure I'll be emotional about this for a good chunk of forever. *sniffle*

However, that wasn't the end of our tour, as Terry showed us a photo album one of the American athletes kept during Stockholm 1912.


Somehow, at the end of the tour, the 1980 medal made its way back into my possession and I got to cradle it like it was my child hang onto it for an extra few minutes before we left. That medal and I connected on a very spiritual level.

We left the archives and had the pizza Terry ordered for us (as if helping me check an item off my bucket lists wasn't enough, she fed me too!), and that was it.


So, y'know. It was a pretty okay way to spend a couple hours.

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Hey Sanka, Ya Dead?: Halloween 2013

I've never been much of a Halloween fan, even when I was a kid. Sure, I loved getting candy, but I always felt vaguely weird about dressing up and knocking on strangers' doors to ask for it. As I got older, Halloween became more about shaving cream fights and egging people's houses, which I wasn't really about. And then it became an excuse for people to get absolutely trashed and for girls to wear lingerie and cat ears and call it a costume. Not quite my style, to put it mildly. I'd MacGyver costumes together to wear to work at the UM wellness center to get a free smoothie (and I randomly won the costume contest one year!), but Halloween hasn't been a holiday I look forward to.

Until this year.

Halloween is a HUGE deal at USA Volleyball. People go all out, making costumes and decorating offices and throwing a party. The whole shebang. This year, the costume contest was movie-themed, so Kristina and I (the two interns) teamed up with Leslee and Rose (the two temps) to dress up for the group costume category.

We brainstormed several ideas, but once Rose came up with her suggestion, we knew immediately we had to do it: the Jamaican bobsled team, as seen in Cool Runnings.

(Side note: sorry not sorry to those of you that follow me on Twitter, since I did nothing but spam it with pictures on the 31st and you've seen/heard most of this already.)

It took a TON of time, effort and prep, and about a ton and a half of duct tape...


But it was BEYOND worth it. We looked awesome!

I got to be the driver (aka in the front) because it was the smallest box, and I got deemed helmet-wearer because I was the driver. The helmet made it a little hard to hear, but overall it was a pretty sweet deal!

We also decorated our cubes! Rose's office was Jamaica:


Leslee and Kristina's cubes, which are right next to each other, were the finish line in Calgary:


And my cube, which is in the middle, was an Olympic village-y sort of thing:


And, of course, check out our sweet ride!


I tweeted a photo of our costume to @NBCOlympics, and suddenly we became kind of a big deal.

I see pride! I see power! I see a bad-ass motha who don't take no crap off of nobody!

It ended up getting favorited/retweeted over 80 times, and we made it onto lists on Deadspin and NBC Sports. We also happened to win the USA Volleyball costume contest!

The Jamaican bobsled team finally wins gold! Sort of.
Basically, the whole day was awesome. I decorated a pumpkin with glitter to look like a curling stone, we had the USA Volleyball COO chucking candy across the main conference room room into a bowl, and look at these AMAZING costumes!

I absolutely loved all the other groups: Despicable Me, Ghostbusters, and The Three Amigos. I kind of wish everyone could've won, because those costumes were so legit. (But hey, if you're a soon-to-be college grad and want to be a part of the epic USAV Halloween next year, they're hiring the new me & Kristina for May-December 2014! Go apply!)

This super fun Halloween experience kind of makes me want to start a tradition of dressing up as Olympians every year. I could easily do a great Misty May-Treanor next year, but I'll need a tall, blonde friend to be my Kerri Walsh Jennings. Ah, well, I have 363 days to figure that out!

Feel the rhythm! Feel the rhyme! Get on up, it's bobsled time!


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Blogtober(ish) Day 31: Kristi Yamaguchi

Yesterday was awesome. It was full of awesome costumes, games, pumpkin decorating, sugary deliciousness and some Twitter fame, and it deserves a blog post all its own (which it shall get!). So I skipped home from work, all ready to hunker down and finish off Blogtober with a bang, and then I discovered... THE INTERNET WAS DOWN. AGAIN. For the second time in ONE WEEK! Except this time, I'm 99% sure it wasn't because of scheduled maintenance. >.<

It's one thing to stay up until 2 a.m. to blog on a Saturday night, but Thursday night? With work the next morning? After staying up far too late the two previous nights? Uh, fat chance. I passed out at about 9 while watching DVDs of 1980 Olympic hockey (!!!!!!), woke up at 11 to see if the internet was working, and crawled into bed when I realized it wasn't. So much for that "going out with a bang" thing. I'm SO MAD that the ONE DAY in Blogtober that I failed to post was the FINAL DAY and it was because of TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES. I was sooo looking forward to being finished yesterday! As much as I've adored this month and the feedback I've gotten on it, I'm in desperate need of a few days off. Seriously, how do some bloggers post every day ad nauseum?! No wonder so many blogs I follow are getting rethought or revamped or are on hiatus! Sheesh. Take a break, folks!

But anyway, I truly didn't want to start this final fan letter off with a two-paragraph annoyed rant. Because if there's one person in the world that meeting would more or less complete my life, it's this person right here.

I'm pretty sure I fell in love with Kristi when she portrayed Jasmine in Aladdin on Ice. (Hey, I was four years old. Don't judge! :P) Eighteen years later, that four-year-old still makes herself known every now and then; Kristi was hanging out with Jim Craig earlier this week and I literally don't know how I contained my excitement. Pretty sure I didn't, to be honest.

But enough of my childhood fangirling for now!

Kristi started skating when she was a kid as therapy for her club feet. She began as both a singles and a pairs skater with Rudy Galindo (another childhood favorite of mine!); they won the U.S. junior title in 1986 and 1988, and the U.S. senior title in 1989 and 1990. Separately, Kristi won the U.S. junior title in '88, and Rudy won the world junior title in '87. They did better as a team because they were both accomplished singles skaters, jumping and spinning in opposite directions and doing side-by-side triple flip jumps (which is more difficult than side-by-side jumps done by top pairs teams today). But in 1990, Kristi decided she wanted to focus on singles skating. (Don't feel too bad for Rudy, though. He won the U.S. championship and bronze at Worlds in 1996).

As a singles skater, Kristi won three straight silver medals at the U.S. Championships ('89-'91), and then gold in 1992. She won gold at the World Championships in '91 and '92; in 1991, she, Nancy Kerrigan and Tonya Harding became the first national ladies team to have its members sweep the podium. Kristi won gold at the 1992 Olympics... on the exact day of my first birthday. It's destiny. DESTINY, I tell you!

Kristi is the awesomest. She won Dancing with the Stars in 2008 (side note: OMG how was it that long ago?!?!?!?!), has worked as a skating broadcast analyst, is still pretty heavily involved with the USOC, and started the Always Dream Foundation that provides "funding for after school programs, computers, back-to-school clothes for underprivileged children, and summer camps for kids with disabilities."

But she etched herself into my heart forever in 1996, when I wrote her a fan letter and she wrote back. :) She sent an autographed picture that's still displayed in my room, but she also actually responded to my letter.


I was five and my hero was writing back to me. Life was great, dude.

It's kind of funny; I left Kristi for last this month because she was my first and greatest favorite, but I didn't even think about how appropriate it would be to end my month of fan letters with the Olympian that I actually wrote a fan letter to. Perfect. :)


And with that, Blogtober is officially FINITO! *throws confetti*

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