New York sportswriter Wayne Coffey wrote a book about ten years ago called The Boys of Winter. It was written to commemorate the 25th anniversary of the "Miracle On Ice." Team USA goaltender Jim Craig wrote the foreword to the book, and I get chills every time I read this part of it:
I’ve visited quite a few places that have hosted the Olympics in the past, and you almost can’t tell that the Games were ever there. You aren’t in Lake Placid for more than a minute before you are flooded with Olympic memories, whether it’s from seeing the Olympic Arena at the top of the hill, or the oval next door where Heiden skated into immortality. Whenever I’m in town, I like to go out at night when it’s dark and quiet and the shops are closed, and stand in the middle of Main Street. I close my eyes and in an instant it takes me back to that magical Friday night of February 22, 1980, to the memory of walking down that same Main Street with Mike Eruzione and our fathers and other family members, and ABC’s Jim Lampley interviewing us as we went. Snow was falling, and everywhere you looked people were waving flags and chanting, “U-S-A, U-S-A.” We were in our primes, athletically and physically. We were surrounded by people we loved, getting loved some more by people we didn’t even know. We had just done the impossible, and we were happy to be alive and thrilled to be Americans and thrilled to think that Herb [Brooks] was right: maybe we were meant to be here. It’s a feeling you wish everybody could have at one point in their lives.