If I could be at any sporting event in history, God knows there are enough options to choose from. As an avid sports fan, especially of NHL, NFL, NBA, MLB, as well as golf, tennis, and countless others, I could think of any of a number of sporting events which I would love to be able to witness on a firsthand basis. Whether it be past sporting occurrences which I would love to be able to go back in time to appreciate, or current activities which are relevant at the moment, or even anticipation of future sporting events which would hold appeal for me, there are plenty of options, and I imagine I will likely agree with all of my fellow posters (all five of us
) when they state their choices (unless someone selects a soccer event as their choice, then I would likely respectfully decline).
My knee jerk reaction was to look to the future, in anticipation of the glorious day when my beloved Boston Bruins finally earn the honor of hoisting Lord Stanley's Cup as the elite of the NHL for the particular season. But as awesome as that will be (hopefully later this year
), in the end I selected something else. Something that as a rabid Canadian sports fan, stands head and shoulders above all the rest. Something that would require me to turn the hands of time back 38 years, to the fall of 1972. I am referring to the
Summit Series, the head to head showdown between Canada and the Soviet Union for hockey supremacy, a sporting event which transcends the world of sports and enters into the realm of something far more significant. In a perfect world, I would love to have been able to attend all eight of these games and to witness first hand one of the most significant occurrences in Canadian sports history, an event still held in the highest regard by sports enthusiasts of all ages here in the Great White North. If I could only choose one game, clearly I would select the eighth and final one, but because this is all hypothetical, I would choose to be present for the entire series.
Originally dubbed the Friendship Series, this event was anything but. It involved a showdown between Canada who, certainly back in this era, was the dominant country in hockey and the predominant contributor to the rosters of the NHL, versus the Soviet Union. At this point in history, the Olympic Games was restricted to amateur athletes only (as it should be today, but I digress). As such, because most of Canada's premiere hockey players were professional athletes playing at the NHL level, they were ineligible for the Olympics or for the IIHF World Championships, and Canada as such stopped sending athletes to participate in these events in 1969.
On the other side of the coin, we had the Soviet Union, a nation who used a little creative license in determining who were professionals versus who were amateurs. Most of the players on this Soviet team were actually full time hockey players playing at the elite level in their country. They maintained amateur status by having many of their players loosely affiliated with the Soviet Red Army. As such, they had Olympic experience, despite in actuality not really being amateurs.
Remember that this was back in the days of the Cold War. These teams, these fans, these countries, there was real animosity amongst them, as well as a high degree of unfamiliarity. Not like today, when Crosby and Malkin can be teammates for most of the season, take a two week hiatus to become rivals, only to reunite again in Pittsburgh to continue their quest for the Stanley Cup. These guys did not know each other. They did not like each other. The stakes were high, nationalism was running rampant, and the eyes of the world were truly on the event in the ultimate game of us versus them.
Canada was expected to dominate the tournament. The premiere players of the NHL versus a bunch of unknown amateurs. Little did we all know how things were about to unfold. Little did we know that the way the game of hockey was played, how people trained, and the requirement of a year round commitment, was about to evolve.
Game One was in Montreal on 09/02/72. Canada was expected to dominate, but they did not. In fact, they lost 7-3 on home ice. They recovered in Game Two in Toronto on 09/04/72, prevailing 4-1 to tie the series. Game Three, held in Winnipeg, ended in a 4-4 tie, keeping the series deadlocked. Game Four was in Vancouver, the last game in Canada before heading to hostile territory. Canada was awful in this game, losing 5-3 to the Soviets, causing the Canadian fans to boo the team off the ice, prompting the famous Phil Esposito speech to the fans, imploring them for their patience, their support, and their respect.
Fast forward to 09/22/72, to the Luzhniki Ice Palace in Moscow, in the midst of the Cold War, facing the hated Communists down two games to one, with a tie as well. A daunting task to overcome.
However, the task became even more onerous when Canada blew a 4-1 lead in Game Five to lose 5-4, falling behind even further in the series. Now, to win the series, they would have to win three consecutive games, against the Soviets. In Moscow. In the early 1970's. With the hopes of the entire country squarely on their shoulders. Against a physically more fit team with momentum.
Cue the drama, and welcome to the big times Mr. Paul Henderson. On 09/24/72, Henderson scored the winning goal to give Canada a 3-2 win, followed by a 4-3 triumph on 09/26/72, again punctuated by a game winning goal from Henderson. Series is now tied, three wins apiece, with one game left. Canada must win this game to win the series. A Soviet win gives them the victory. Even a tie would give the Moscovites the victory based upon goal differential. For Canada, it's truly put up or shut up time.
On 09/28/72, the series would be concluded. The game was tied 2-2 after the first period, but the Soviets took a 5-3 edge after two. The uphill battle has grown much steeper. However Canada does manage to tie it up in the third period, and then, once again, enter Paul Henderson. With 34 seconds remaining in the third period, he scores "the goal heard around the world," banging in a rebound from Esposito's shot to take the lead, which Canada would protect to win the series 4-3-1. Despite overwhelming odds and incredible pressure, Canada did prevail in the Summit Series, marking a momentous occasion in Canadian sports history, and in Canadian history in general.
To have been present for this series would have to have been magical. To be at the Luzhniki Ice Palace to see a relative unknown in Paul Henderson, when compared to such guys as Esposito, Dryden, and countless others, become a Canadian icon in leading his Canadian teammates to one of the most significant and dramatic victories of all time, I would have loved to have been there. To see such a triumph of wills, both in terms of hockey as well as nationalistic pride, it would have been epic. To see a group of Canadian athletes enter the Soviet Union in the midst of the Cold War, and overcome a 3-1-1 deficit in games, and a 5-3 deficit in goals in the deciding game, in a hostile environment, while Canadians and the world held their collective breaths, this would be the event I would choose to have been able to attend, if a time machine could somehow magically transport me back there. All due respect to my beloved Bruins, but this was something something special. Something legendary. Nearly 40 years later, it is still discussed, still cherished, still respected. If I could have been at any event, I would choose the Summit Series between Canada and the Soviet Union in the autumn of 1972.