And on the Eighth Day, God created the U.S. Olympic hockey team.
After reviewing the bathing-suit edition of SI, we've decided to demand equal time. We want pictures of the U.S. hockey team in their shorts!
LEHMAN, 4TH FLOOR
The Boys of Winter proved themselves to be the Men of America.
Take heed, National Hockey League. What thousands of potential hockey fans now want to see at an NHL game is the same type of good, clean hockey that they saw, perhaps for the very first time, at the 1980 Winter Olympics.
Clean up your act, NHL, and maybe you, too, can win the hearts of your countrymen.
What a beautiful sight it was to see the U.S. Olympic hockey team captain, Mike Eruzione, gold medal around his neck, his head high, his hand over his heart, singing the national anthem at the award ceremonies! To me that's what the Olympic spirit is all about.
ALLEN C. DEMMIN
I have just reread Of Gold and Gophers by William Oscar Johnson (Dec. 10, 1979). That story showed uncanny foresight in regard to our Olympic gold-medal hockey team. When Winger Rob McClanahan—referring to the fans at the Washington Capitals game in Lake Placid in October—stated, "They made us do what we never believed we could do," he might have been thinking ahead to last month's chants of " U.S.A.! U.S.A.!" in the same arena.
And Coach Brooks' words in Johnson's story also strike home: "Passes come from the heart, not the stick." These 20 men reached down into theirs to reach out to ours, to turn the impossible into reality.
WAYNE D. CALLAHAN
The loudest Bravo! of the afternoon at the City Opera's Feb. 24 matinee of La Traviata was not for a stunning aria. It followed the announcement that the U.S. Olympic hockey team had just defeated Finland. Thanks, guys, for a virtuoso performance.
New York City