Miracle2004

[The night before the US-USSR game, Herb and Patti Brooks sit at a park]

Herb Brooks:
I got a telegram from a lady in Texas today, and you know what it said?

Patti Brooks:
What?

Herb:
"Beat those Commie bastards." We're playing a hockey game against the greatest team in the world, and they're the best that's ever played this game. Why can't we just leave it at that?

Patti:
Because this is more than a hockey game to a lot of people.

Herb:
Yeah and I keep running through them all. Johnson on Mikhailov. Broten on Petrov. Pav against whoever-Ov. We just ... We don't match up, Patti.

Patti:
You might want to skip that when you talk to the boys tomorrow. Herb, there's no disgrace in losing to this team.

Herb:
Yeah, I know.

Patti:
The important thing is, you got this far.

Herb:
The important thing? The important thing is that those twenty boys know in twenty years, they didn't leave anything on the table. They played their hearts out. That's the important thing. [leans over and kisses Patti on the cheek, while she rests her head on his shoulder]