It was the final game with Norway, five months before the Olympics. Team USA had clearly lost interest, and grown tired of their own sport, because Verchota and Pavelich were pointing out blonde twins in the seventh row of the Arena, they were back a couple seats. Pavelich kept calling them "beautiful blondes."

Only issue, their head coach, Herb Brooks, had picked this up. Once the game had ended with these teams tied 3-3, Herb turned to his assistant coach Craig Patrick, clearly infuriated.

"Get a whistle."

After the team had done the usual 'good game' high-fives, they started skating over to exit the ice, but Craig redirected them back on to it, despite the protests. Rob was immediately frustrated, having a pretty solid idea where this was going.

Once they skated back over to Herb, he glared at all of them. "You guys don't wanna work during the game? No problem, we'll work now. Goal line. That one." He pointed to the goal line behind the team, causing Mac to slam his stick to the ground before going over to it.

Within minutes, even hours the team was struggling to breathe, Herb forcing them to continuously skate from goal line to goal line, hitting every single line first, back and forth. Again, and again, and again.

"How 'bout it Jonesy you gonna be the first to quit on me? 'Bout you OC, gonna be the first to go down? Ah, I think I got my money on you Verchota, 'course you got a hot date in about an hour but you're not lookin' too good for that now are ya?"

"Send them." And they ran, continuously. Several hours, while the extra teammates watched from outside the rink, regret filling their chests that they weren't with them.

After a few more hours, Herb had finally stopped, they were practically on the brink of passing out. Once he stopped them, the team collapsed down against the ice, Mac was breathing heavy, struggling to keep himself on his knees. Herb just left them, walking off the ice to get on the bus and wait.