40 years ago today, long before Stefon Diggs galloped across the goal line to beat the Saints in the playoffs, I watched a Miracle play out on my television set from cold and frigid northern Minnesota. Even 40 years later, it’s hard to put into words the build up and emotion the ‘Miracle On Ice’ game means to me, and to all Americans who saw it at the time.
But I want to try.
It’s damn near impossible to convey what this meant for the country in the immediate aftermath. If you were alive back then, you know exactly what I’m talking about.