Ok, not running related but very sad. He died in a car crash today in MN.
He took a bunch of US college kids and beat the mighty USSR, still one of the greatest upsets in sports history. Terrible day for hockey fans.
Ok, not running related but very sad. He died in a car crash today in MN.
He took a bunch of US college kids and beat the mighty USSR, still one of the greatest upsets in sports history. Terrible day for hockey fans.
I agree.
my condolences
Sounds like the perfect time to list my autographed poster!
Well said Evel Knievel. My heart goes out to all the Minnesotans and other hockey fans whose lives were touched by Herb Brooks' amazing feats. Let him remind us that miracles can and do happen in sport.
Bitch, you ain't got no mansion any more. You're a crippled old man who lives in a dingy apartment in Florida. You're a wife beater and you stole your friends' women. You're a pathetic piece of trash.
What really made it so amazing was that prior to the Games the USSR crushed the Americans 10-3. Who would have thought that they could turn it around in such a short time?
Hockey is a man\'s game. I\'m not much of a fan, but you do\'t see any gay little runts prancing around on the ice like you little fairies do on the track. ha ha hahahaha.
Best Herb Brooks quote (to a U of MN player when he coached there): "You're playing worse and worse every day and today you played like it was next week."
Another great Herb quote, before the gold medal game against Finland(?) the team is expecting a big pep talk. Brooks walks into the locker room, looks around and says "If you lose this one you'll take it to your F*ing graves", he turns takes a few steps towards the door, looks back one more time and says "your F*ing graves".
And yes Mr. Chest, some of us little faires played hockey AND ran track.
Robbie Kneivel wrote:
Bitch, you ain't got no mansion any more. You're a crippled old man who lives in a dingy apartment in Florida. You're a wife beater and you stole your friends' women. You're a pathetic piece of trash.
Boy, You're just pissed the old man hasn't kicked the bucket yet since you think you're going to inherit my kingdom. You're not. I took you out of the will years ago. I'm leaving it all to this hot flight attendant I met a couple of months back.
Evel don't wax too eloquently here, but tonight the Wild Turkey is flowing at the mansion and I want to add my thoughts on Brooks passing.
I'll bet most Americans have no idea who Herb Brooks is when you just say the name. Tell them it's the coach who led that great hockey team in Lake Placid and EVERYONE knows who he is.
For you young cats, that happened back when the U.S. still feared the big bad USSR as our mortal, nuclear enemies. A third world, piss ant country (Iran) had us on our knees by holding Americans hostage for what would eventually be 444 days. Except for me doing an occasional spectacular jump, there wasn't much pride in the red, white and blue.
Brooks took a bunch of kids, amatuers and beat what was at that time the greatest hockey team the world had ever known. The Russians were pros, our guys were college kids. Hell, I'm not even a hockey fan per se but you bet your ass I was and am a fan of the USA. That was a night when there was no left and right. There was no liberal vs. conservative. There was no partisan babble. For a moment we forgot about record setting inflation and gas shortages.
I know the result of a hockey game didn't matter to those hostages, but to us it at least made us think that by God everything was gonna be alright after all. We were still the U.S f***ing A and there was no shame in that but a hell of a lot of pride.
So I hate to see Brooks go. I think right now we sure could use another night like that when we all know that when you strip away the bullshit and get right down to what matters in our hearts and to this country, that if someone asks, "Do you believe in miracles?", you're screaming the answer. YES! God Bless America.