Norm MacDonald on The Summit Series

Henderson Scores For CanadaThe 40th anniversary of "The Goal" is mere days away, and Norm MacDonald has tweeted his memories of the 1972 Summit Series. It's an amazing read.

Speaking of, it was said in 1972 that Canada was the best in two things: Hockey and Wheat.

The Soviets always won The Gold Medal, though, and Canada never did. You see, the Soviet Amatuers, all servicemen, were very good.

The Captains and Majors and Colonels found time in their busy schedule to practice their forechecking.

In 1972, they decided it was time to play the real Boys of Winter, and The Summit Series started.

Game one would be played in the House Richard built, The Montreal Forum. The Canadians were confident? No, they were cocky.

No less a broadcaster than the mighty Foster Hewitt, the man who first said "He shoots. He scores", is lured out of retirement to voice it.

Hewitt has as much trouble with the French-Canadian names as he does the Russians.His mangling of Cornouyer's name especially vexing to me.

I'd never seen a game from the Forum not called by Danny Galivan and Dick Irvine, but this was history and so was Foster Hewitt.

It is constructed as an 8 game series, with no overtime, and my friends and I are outraged. What if it's tied. That's not hockey!

The men on the ice in pregame looked odd, buzzcuts, workmanlike, without style, odd. I was only 8.I didn't know what CCCP meant.Still don't.

The puck is dropped and the real Cold War begins. NOW!!!!

3 hours later, eyes stinging, cheeks wet, nose running. Inconsolable. 7-3? Impossible. As stunned as Dryden must be, I thought.

In Toronto, things go well, the universe unfolding as it should as our Prime Minister was fond of saying. Canada wins 4-1. Series is even.

And after Maple Leaf Gardens, it is on to Winnipeg and my worst fear comes true. Hockey Anathema: A Tie. Series remains even.

We are all very disappointed. I read my hockey cards constantly and tell my friends not to worry. But I am worried. Very worried.

In Vancouver now, for the final game before we go to Russia. The crowd is booing my heroes. I can't believe it. Some are cheering the enemy.

Team Canada, now stripped of home-ice advantage by its very fans, loses another. Phil Esposito, the Boston Scoring Machine, lashes out.

And now my heroes land in Russia. None have ever been there.

They are put up in a decidedly shabby hotel and are surrounded at all times by an intimidating KGB presence. It shows the next day. We lose.

The old folks start saying The Russians are a better team, play a better style of hockey, old time, never unmoving. The kids disagree.

But scores don't lie. The Red Army leads 3 games to 1, with a loathed tie, and there are 3 to play on Commie Ice with Commie Refs.

Their names are household now in Canada. Kharlamov, Yakushev, Tretiak. Game 6 and we are very scared.

And then, in game 6, the old time hockey faces the new style when assistant coach John Ferguson, the first goon ever has a word with Bobby.

Bobby Clark, the toughest great player of all time, is told by Ferguson that Kharlamov's ankle looks sore and might need some attention.

Clarke, like a surgeon, slices both tendons and sends Kharlamov hobbling out of the game and back to military service.Who's intimidated now?

Canada prevails in a low-scoring game by this Series' standards with a 3-2 victory. The winning goal is scored by Paul Henderson.

The Red Army would play The Flyers years later, and they would remember Bobby Clarke. Bobby would remember Moscow, and Flin Flon, too.

We go to Game 7, and hopes of winning the series, are pretty much gone now. But we need this win or we have to start a Game 8 as losers. My friends and I agree. If we lose tonight, then Game 8 will see the ice of Moscow stained red with Russian blood.

We win 4-3. The winning score belongs to Paul Henderson. And now there is hope. The biggest fear for me is the fear that I had had since the start. A tie.

And now worse news comes. The Soviets, who had gone to great pains to make this thing an 8-game series with no overtimes, make a statement. The Soviets say there will be no tie after all. If this game ends in a tie they will claim victory, as they have scored more series' goals.

Oh, well, I'm sure it won't come to that.

Game 8. There will be no school in Canada today. A history class? Ridiculous. History instead. But there is school, I'm told in the morning. You can watch at home or at school. School with the older kids from grades 5, 6, and 7.

The gymnasium is packed. Blue mats are everywhere. The teachers are like children today. "We're gonna win", I say to anyone, "You'll see. Cournoyer will score the winner."

"Helluva time for Bobby Orr to be hurt", the Latin teacher says. "Goddamned Commies", says Mr. Rose.

The puck is dropped and all is silent. The entire first period is very tough to watch. But we get through it. Together. In the first intermission the gymnasium is alive with raw nerve. The young all say we will win for sure. The old men don't.

Mr. McCarthy has a new explanation for our upcoming national loss. It's the WHA's the real culprit. Team Canada with no Bobby Hull. Harrumph. The second period is like taking a punch in the gut from the school bully.

I go outside so the big kids won't see my tears. Mr. McCarthy, smoking a cigarette. "Don't worry kid, things don't work out a lot in life."

The unimaginable is 20 minutes away now, the gym is grim. But Esposito scores and we all go nuts and we're running in the gym now. Sitting cannot contain this.

And then the greatest moment in my life.

Yvan Cournoyer, my hero, scores and ties the game. Or does he. My elation pushes me into the arms of an old lady that taught me geography. Everyone is everywhere, cheering. And I replay the goal in my mind. And I see that something is missing. The red light.

And I see the little M climbing over the boards and into the crowd, we are all surrounding the TV on wheels now, Eagleson is there. The score counts. The game is tied.

THE SERIES IS TIED!!!!!!!! And still a half a frame to play. But no extra time.

That was the deal.

And now talk turns to the tie scenario. "A tie's a tie" says Jimmy, "and it don't matter what the Russians say." Maybe, they'll play overtime because nobody expected this, I say. I had expected it in the way of dread.

I'd rather The Russians score than it end up a tie, I said very quietly and to myself, and then felt very bad about having said it.

Two minutes left. The old man I don't know says we'll win the rematch and this time we'll have Hull, and Sanderson too. Trudeau will see to it. There's only a minute or so left now, but Cournoyer was on the ice and an small boy's hope has no bounds.

We're all on our feet now and Team Canada has it in enemy territory. Cournoyer has it. "Cournoyer is my guy" I yell. Everyone knows this.

Cold wars don't end in ties.

Cournoyer blasts a shot. Henderson has a chance to redirect it but falls and crashes into the boards behind the net. The puck gets past 2 Russian defensemen and finds the stick of Espo, who swats it toward the net. And now from nowhere is Henderson.

It's just Henderson and Tretiak now. Everyone else alive watches. I feel like I'm choking. Henderson, so close to the Russian netminder, shoots and is denied, but then the second. Henderson scores with 38 seconds left. The nation is in unbelief.

The old come to their feet. I go to the air. I'm still there.

I've always liked Norm MacDonald. I even liked Dirty Work.

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That was awesome! Even though I wasn't even born when this happened (I'm 38) reading this sent chills down my spine. I couldn't imagine what it must have been like to be in a school or at home watching it unfold live.

Paul Henderson needs to be appreciated more as a living legend and put in the HHOF once and for all.

September 25, 2012 @ 2:53 PM

Toronto Mike Verified as the defacto Toronto Mike


I'm also 38, but as I once wrote, I feel like I watched that game 8:

September 25, 2012 @ 2:58 PM

Blind Dave

I was eight years old. And I remember and old TV on a projector stand in the school hallway. It was mayhem when Henderson scored. How could it not be?

September 25, 2012 @ 4:05 PM

twins from bolton

I work for a printing co. that printed a LIMITED edition (only 1972 prints) of this photo & had All players including the photographer personally sign the posters I think for 25th ann. WE all had a chance to meet Henderson, Tretiak other the others.

They were sold for $250 each & dated & numbered for the team players on Canada & Russia & a few were sold privately. The remaining left over were available to us employees (very few were left). I bought 2 one for each of my sons & still have them in my "vault", untouched & in their original state.


September 25, 2012 @ 6:04 PM


I never heard this story before. It seems very interesting would like to know more about it.

September 25, 2012 @ 6:08 PM

Mike from Lowville

I remember as if it was yesterday. I was at my first job, fresh out of high school. A tool and die company in Burlington. The owner was a real cheap SOB but, he announced the first thing that morning of game 8 that he would bring a TV into the shop so we could all watch. Tools down, watching the game getting paid! Awesome! There was a tool and die maker that worked there, cheering for the Russians. His last name was Watson. From that day forward we referred to him as Watson-off.

September 26, 2012 @ 7:00 AM


Following this on twitter on Monday made my night. He's a great story-teller, knows when to use the right words. I knew exactly what was going to happen during every game but he still made it suspenseful.

September 26, 2012 @ 8:33 AM

Mississauga Phil

I remeber my Dad talking about this series I was born in '81). WE learned about it in history class in High School, and our teacher had been at the game played in Toronto...the passion that he showed when teaching us about it, trying to get through to a bunch of teenagers how big a deal this was at the was more that just a hockey tournament, it was a battle of ideals and philosophies....I was never prouder to be canadian than when I truly appreciated what this win meant to this country.

September 26, 2012 @ 10:29 AM


I really don't get the hype over one stupid ass hockey series.

How is Henderson a hero again? He shot a puck into a net? That makes him a hero?

It's all bullshit. 40 years and people act like it changed the world. It's a game. It's over.

September 26, 2012 @ 12:34 PM

Mississauga Phil

@ McNulty - By your logic, how is any one a hero....the summit series was more than just a hockey series. It was a battle of ideals and political philosophies. It was a microcosim for the whole cold war. The USSR said their way of training athletes was the best, and flaunted their gold medals from the olympics as proof....the only problem was that at that time, NHL players could not play in the olympics. This was the best from each country playing for more than just a champoinship, they were playing for national pride and idealism.

This series was a war, but a war fought on ice with sticks instead of on a field with guns.

Personally, i'd like to see more idealogical differences settles this way....think about it...let Iran and Isreal settle their differences on the soccor pitch....

September 26, 2012 @ 1:17 PM


How is anyone a hero? How about someone that risks their life to save another? That is a hero.

Playing a hockey game, regardless of the foe, doesn't make someone a hero.

As for this series being a war? That's an insult to people who died in real wars.

I'm not being a troll or an Argie but I have lived for 38 years and have never understood this ridiculous obsession with this series.

Our Canadian history has far more stories that deserve the attention of of media and to be told to our youth rather than a game.

And if this was any other game or country bringing this up time and time again we would ridicule them for it. Like America and their Miracle on Ice.

September 26, 2012 @ 6:14 PM

Mississauga Phil

But I don't ridicule them for that...they should be proud

September 26, 2012 @ 8:49 PM

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