It's fitting that "Red Army," a compulsively watchable documentary about the Soviet hockey team's storied history, has opened in Minnesota this weekend, nearly 35 years since the "Miracle on Ice" of Feb. 22, 1980.
My uncle, Rob McClanahan, was a forward for the U.S. team that beat the Soviets that day in Lake Placid, N.Y., one of nine Minnesotans selected by late coach Herb Brooks. I was always fascinated by this history. (Holding an Olympic gold medal in your hands will do that to an impressionable, hockey-obsessed kid.)
The legend of this almighty Russian squad was a regular part of our conversations. The players were poets on skates, with a style of play so fluid, gorgeously creative and tough to defend it was no wonder they scared opponents.
"The way they moved the puck, it was unbelievable," Uncle Rob told me by phone recently after seeing "Red Army."
He liked the film, and thought it was cool to get a different perspective and learn things about his former opponents that he never knew.
"I even have about a 5-second part in the movie," he said, referring to a clip from the "Miracle on Ice" game. "I wanted nothing to do with that puck. I didn't want to screw it up."
"Red Army" proves that the Soviet team was not made up of bad guys, as Cold War propaganda and misplaced jingoism led some to believe. They were just people who happened to be really good at hockey. The film's greatest and most enjoyable feat is how it creates empathy for the enemy, in a sense.
"I found it interesting that all the guys interviewed still have huge national pride in spite of the fact they were treated unfairly," McClanahan added. "But they were very sad at the time."