"Playoff hockey, you can’t say enough about it. It’s the best time of the year."
Somewhere along the line we lost it. We stopped believing. Then the kid next door won a gold medal. A kid with a runny nose and milk money danced up to the tiger and spit in his eye. It’s not a fluke. Not an upset. Not a longshot, dark horse or a David and Goliath. It’s a miracle. It’s America. Welcome back.