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songbirdkisses · 5 years ago
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Okay so I can’t believe I’m posting this
Buuuuuut here is a little bit of the Miracle fic I’ve been working on. THIS IS THE ROUGHEST DRAFT. I know it needs A LOT of work.
But I figured I would post a little bit. I’m super insecure, I haven’t posted any writing in like 4 years, and never on Tumblr. So please don’t be too mean :) ALSO the format kinda got messed up, so I’m sorry. I guess here it is?
Julie huffed in annoyance as she stepped out of the airport in Minneapolis, Minnesota. She immediately noticed how much cleaner the air was here, as opposed to Los Angeles, where she had been living since she was 16. She pulled her sunglasses down onto her face as she hailed a taxi. She struggled with her luggage as the taxi driver pulled up beside her.
“Need some help there?” The driver asked, exiting the car while trying to hide a laugh.
No, I’ll just get this all myself, Julie thought to herself, trying not to let her bad attitude show.
She had overpacked a bit, to say the least. Two large suitcases, a carry-on suitcase, and her purse, but what was a girl to do when she had no idea how long she’d be away from home? The taxi driver loaded up her luggage before they both got in the car and headed off to the address she had given him. The whole drive, she could feel the man looking at her in the rearview mirror. She wanted to snap at him, to tell him that yes, it was her, and to stop staring at her. To say that Julia Brooks was on edge was the understatement of the decade. Julie couldn’t believe she was back in Minnesota. She was here totally against her own free will, and she was far from happy about it. She tapped her red nails against the door handle, her leg bouncing up and down.
This is some terrible dream that I’m going to wake up from any second.
She held her breath as the taxi pulled up in front of the ice arena. Julie felt like stomach was doing flip-flops. She paid the driver his fare, throwing in some extra for a tip and he helped her get her luggage out again. She tried to take all her stuff with her as she made her way to the doors, stopping every couple of seconds when she lost control of a suitcase and muttering a string of profanities. Right as she was about to open the door, it swung open from the inside.
“Julia,” a man said quietly as Julie dropped her carry-on again.
Herb Brooks was a middle-aged man with a stern face and neatly combed brown hair. Julia noticed what he was wearing, a maroon tracksuit with USA on the front of it. Herb Brooks had been involved with hockey his entire life. After coaching the University of Minnesota hockey team for years, he had been named the head coach for the U.S. Olympic hockey team. Practices had begun not even a week ago. She looked up at him, once again holding her breath. Her blood felt like ice running through her veins. This was the first time she had seen him in almost a year, and the first time she had spoken to him in two weeks. Since her big accident. She waited for him to start screaming at her. After what felt like an eternity of silence, she decided he wasn’t going to yell at her and finally decided to speak up.
“Hi, Uncle Herb.”
Before either of them could say anything else, the doors swung open again, this time with a lot more noise. A group of three boys came streaming out the door, stopping when they saw the two of them.
To be fair, Julie didn’t really look like she belonged outside an ice rink in Minnesota. Her brown hair was in big, bouncy curls. She wore a fair bit of makeup, with her lips painted a deep red. Her Led Zeppelin t-shirt, leopard print pants, and black heeled boots were certainly not helping her blend in. The designer sunglasses pulled over face didn’t make her look nice. The three boys stopped in shock, all three of them shocked for different reasons.
Oh, here we go.
“Julie?” She looked towards the voice and smiled slightly in relief at the boy who spoke her name. Phil Verchota.
Julie had to be honest with herself, there was one person she was not looking forward to seeing. Of course, here he was, one of the first people she saw, standing outside the doors next to Phil Verchota and an unknown man. She tried desperately not to get emotional at the sight of him, so she just chose not to look at him. Instead, she turned to Phil Verchota and the brunette beside him who was clearly confused.
“Hi, Phil.”
“What are you doing here?” Phil asked, moving forward to give Julie a hug. She returned the hug, before pulling away and looking towards her uncle. The words that threatened to pour out of her mouth were stopped by the look on her uncle’s face.
“Boys, help my niece take her luggage to my car. I need to go talk to Coach Patrick.”
And with that, her uncle handed her the car keys and went back inside the arena, leaving her standing there with the three boys. The unknown brunette boy smiled at her, before introducing himself as Mike Ramsey and picking up one of her suitcases. Phil picked up the other, and Julie started to follow them with her carry-on before a hand grabbed onto the handle of the bag. She looked up and there he was, the only one she didn’t want to see, taking the luggage from her hand, while still avoiding eye contact.
“So, what’s got you in Minnesota?” Mike asked her.
A lot of threats and screaming. My life and career being ripped from me.
“Well, you see….everyone thought it would be best if I got out of California for awhile,” she told them, walking to the car. Julie tried not to let any of the bitterness she was feeling drip into her voice. She was really understating it, but who had time for the truth?
“Got out? But you were dominating! Every time I turned on the radio or opened a magazine, there you were,” Phil said as they approached the car, and she unlocked the trunk of her uncle’s car.
“I kind of got into some trouble and everyone thought I deserved to be shipped away to old Minnesota,” she said flatly, shrugging her shoulders as the boys helped her load up the trunk. That seemed to be enough to satisfy them while the four of them finished situating the suitcases. Julie looked up to see her uncle walking towards them with his briefcase in hand. His face held that same stern look he always has around his players. Julie pitied herself, on account of how often she was going to be seeing that look.
“Oh, good lord, help me,” she groaned quietly. She loved her uncle, she really did. Her uncle Herb was so fun when she was a little girl. He taught her how to skate, and the two of them used to take fishing trips in the summer. That was before she went and wrecked it all. Everything was going to be different now. Julie doubted they would spend much time fishing.
“Well, hey, we’d love to catch up. We were gonna go to Maureen’s Diner tonight around 7 if you’d like to join us,” Phil said as Mike shut the trunk. Mike and Phil stayed behind for a second, but of course the other boy was gone the minute he got the carry-on in the trunk. He hadn’t even heard Phil invite her to Maureen’s, which was probably a good thing.
“Yeah, maybe I’ll meet you there,” she smiled at them before they said their goodbyes and were on their way. The truth that she didn’t want to tell them was that she didn’t even know if she was allowed to go. She scoffed at how ridiculous that sounded. She was 21 years old, why would she need to seek permission to go to a diner with some friends?
“See you tomorrow, boys,” Herb called to them as he got into his car. She followed suit, getting in quietly and buckling her seatbelt. It was eerily quiet as he pulled out of the parking lot and started the drive towards his house.
“Not quite the reaction I expected from you and Mac. The two of you didn’t even say hello,” he pointed out, after a few minutes of silence. Julie knew this conversation was coming, and yet her stomach was still in knots.
“We got into an argument a couple of weeks ago. Haven’t talked since,” she shrugged, looking out the window. If she acted like it didn’t matter, maybe it really wouldn’t.
“I know you got into it a couple weeks ago, and I know what it was about. And I think you need to talk to him. He’s your best friend, Julia, and believe me, you’re going to need a friend for the next couple of months.”
God help me if it’s months.
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textsfromlakeplacid · 8 years ago
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WELL IT’S BEEN 2 MILLENIA BUT I’M ALIVE
Enjoy the snark ;)
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47burlm · 5 years ago
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February 22, 1980 do you believe in Miracle’s YES
The "Miracle on Ice" was a medal-round game during the men's ice hockey tournament at the 1980 Winter Olympics in Lake Placid, New York, played between the hosting United States and the four-time defending gold medalists, the Soviet Union.
The Soviet Union had won the gold medal in five of the six previous Winter Olympic Games, and they were the favorites to win once more in Lake Placid. The team consisted primarily of professional players with significant experience in international play. By contrast, the United States' team—led by head coach Herb Brooks— comprised mostly amateur players. With only four players with minimal minor-league experience, the United States was the youngest team in the tournament and in U.S. national team history. In the group stage, both the Soviet and U.S. teams were unbeaten; the U.S. achieved several notable results, including a 2–2 draw against Sweden and a 7–3 upset victory over second-place favorite Czechoslovakia.
For the first game in the medal round, the United States played the Soviets. Finishing the first period tied at 2–2, and the Soviets leading 3–2 following the second, the U.S. team scored two more goals to take their first lead during the third and final period, winning the game 4–3. Following the game, the U.S. won the gold medal by beating Finland in their final game. Likewise, the Soviet Union took the silver medal by beating Sweden.
The victory became one of the most iconic moments of the Games and in U.S. sports. Equally well-known was the television call of the final seconds of the game by Al Michaels for ABC, in which he declared: "Do you believe in miracles? YES!" In 1999, Sports Illustrated named the "Miracle on Ice" the top sports moment of the 20th century.[1] As part of its centennial celebration in 2008, the International Ice Hockey Federation (IIHF) named the "Miracle on Ice" as the best international ice hockey story of the past 100 years.
Head Coach Herb Brooks
Goaltenders  
Jim Craig, 21North Easton, MA (Boston U)
Steve Janaszak, 22 Saint Paul, MN (Minnesota)
 Defense  
Bill Baker, 22Grand Rapids, MN (Minnesota)
Dave Christian, 20Warroad, MN (North Dakota)
Ken Morrow, 22Flint, MI (Bowling Green)
Jack O'Callahan, 22Charlestown, MA (Boston U)
Mike Ramsey, 19Minneapolis, MN (Minnesota)
Bob Suter, 22 Madison, WI (Wisconsin)
 Forwards  
Neal Broten, 20Roseau, MN (Minnesota)
Steve Christoff, 21Richfield, MN (Minnesota)
Mike Eruzione, 25 (Captain)Winthrop, MA (Boston U)
John Harrington, 22Virginia, MN (Minnesota-Duluth)
Mark Johnson, 21Madison, WI (Wisconsin)
Rob McClanahan, 22Saint Paul, MN (Minnesota)
Mark Pavelich, 21Eveleth, MN (Minnesota-Duluth)
Buzz Schneider, 25Babbitt, MN (Minnesota)
Dave Silk, 21Scituate, MA (Boston U)
Eric Strobel, 21Rochester, MN (Minnesota)
Phil Verchota, 22Duluth, MN (Minnesota)
Mark Wells 21 St. Clair Shores, MI (Bowling Green)
**Note I was going to post the “call” by Al Michael’s- but it is blocked by the US Olympic Committee from being posted on T- sorry
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miraculous1980winteraus · 5 years ago
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THE MIRACLE ON ICE BUT IT’S THE TOURNAMENT OF CHAMPIONS!!!!!! 
(For the linked video, be warned of violence.) 
Or, simply a Rainbow Six Siege AU! Where there are essentially two versions of Rainbow, an American team and a Soviet team. And of course they Fight Each Other. 
American defenders: Steve Janaszak, Jim Craig, Bill Baker, Ken Morrow, Jack O’Callahan, Mike Ramsey, Bob Suter, Neal Broten 
Soviet defenders: Vladimir Myshkin, Vladislav Tretiak, Zinetula Bilyaletdinov, Viacheslav Fetisov, Alexei Kasatonov, Vasili Pervukhin, Sergei Starikov, Valeri Vasiliev 
American attackers: Dave Christian, Steve Christoff, Mike Eruzione, John Harrington, Mark Johnson, Rob McClanahan, Mark Pavelich, Buzz Schneider, Dave Silk, Eric Strobel, Phil Verchota, Mark Wells 
Soviet attackers: Helmuts Balderis, Aleksandr Golikov, Vladimir Golikov, Valeri Kharlamov, Vladimir Krutov, Yuri Lebedev, Sergei Makarov, Aleksandr Maltsev, Boris Mikhailov, Vladimir Petrov, Aleksandr Skvortsov, Viktor Zhluktov 
Perhaps attackers may occasionally have to switch to being defenders if there’s a 10-on-10 match. 
OCs can also be added as well!
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hockey-cards · 9 years ago
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freedom-of-excess · 10 years ago
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the gophers
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mariposa-mila · 10 years ago
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Miracle Guys as Disney Characters:
Phil Verchota as Phoebus ❤️
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fieldsofbone · 10 years ago
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a “michael mantenuto’s face in the film viewing scene” appreciation post
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songbirdkisses · 4 years ago
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https://my.w.tt/xe8AQoWiB6
hmmmm i updated again
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textsfromlakeplacid · 10 years ago
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textsfromlakeplacid · 10 years ago
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submitted by musicgirlyy
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textsfromlakeplacid · 10 years ago
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textsfromlakeplacid · 10 years ago
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textsfromlakeplacid · 10 years ago
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textsfromlakeplacid · 10 years ago
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Guarantee you this was going through his head - GUARANTEE YOU.
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textsfromlakeplacid · 10 years ago
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