This was arguably the biggest game in our nation’s history. It wasn’t the Summit Series, but it was the Olympic gold medal game on our home turf, against our continental brothers. The USA played hard, Miller stood on his head to stop us, and they even made us sweat… a lot. You couldn’t have imagined this match up and you couldn’t have fathomed that this game would go into overtime with Crosby scoring the winning goal.
I wouldn’t be surprised if Ryan Miller, Roberto Luongo, Sidney Crosby, Jonathan Toews, and more inspire young boys and girls to start playing hockey. In fact, I look forward to seeing the next generation grow up with this sport (and more) thanks to Vancouver 2010.
This is the storybook stuff Disney thrives on – but it wasn’t a miracle – it was our country holding its breath and coming together from coast to coast to believe that we could do this.
I admit, I cried. This is my town, my country, and my Canucks goalie that kept pucks out of the net. Even though my American husband might make me sleep on the couch tonight, it’s totally worth it.
Tomorrow might not be declared a national holiday, but I know many will have an Olympic-sized hangover. If not from beer and spirits, but from the excitement, enthusiasm, and passion that made Vancouver burst at its seams over the last 17 days.