Hey everyone! This is my first Miracle fan fiction. I'd really appreciate it if everyone took the time to reveiw. Thank you, and enjoy the story!

This takes place a week before it's time to leave for Tryouts.

Jack O'Callahan

I looked over the flyer Rizzo had given me, the one about the US Hockey team tryouts. The bold letter, "U.S. Olympic Hockey" stood out among all the others on the sheet of paper. I sighed and put the paper off to the side. Leaning back in my chair, I closed my eyes and shook my head.

"Still looking at that flyer, OC?" I opened my eyes and turned to where the voice had come from. Rizzo stood in the doorway, grinning his head off. "Oi, Rizzo. Sneak up on a guy," I grinned, "yeah, I'm still looking at it."

"Are you going to do it?" Rizzo asked, sitting down across from me. I shrugged. "Dunno. Probably." Rizzo rolled his eyes at me. "Decide soon. Only one week left until the tryouts.

"A'ight! I guess I'm going," I said, throwing my hands over my head in surrender. Rizzo laughed. "Good. Cause even if you said no, you'd be forced to come!" I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? How so?"

"Me, Jimmy, and Silky'd have to come and stuff you in a hockey bag and send you by FedEx," said Rizzo seriously before laughing.

"Oi Rizzo. I swear, you'd never do it," I said crossing my arms. Rizzo grinned mischievously. "Oh yeah?" I nodded. "Yeah. For one, I'd kick all of your guy's asses before you could get me in the bag. Two, Jimmy's out of it; he's always in his room. You'd probably do it if you got help, but then again you might not if you don't get it. And Silky… well, I don't know about him. But he wouldn't do it!"

Rizzo shook his head and stood up. "We'd have to drug you. I gotta go get us some plane tickets, though. See you OC!" He walked out of the room, leaving me –for once in my life- speechless as I watched him walk out.

I shook my head and picked up the flyer again. Glancing over it from the AHA symbol at the top to the dates of tryouts on the bottom; "June 10-17th." I sighed and rolled the flyer up in my hand. Leaning back in my chair, I closed my head and fell asleep.

Mark Johnson

"Hey Mark! Over here!" I heard as I stepped into the dimly-lit bar. I looked over towards a table and saw Bob Suter sitting down with his brother John. "Hey boys!" I grinned and sat down at the table.

"Oi! Mark's finally gonna come outta his shell and get a drink," Bob said, ruffling my hair like a little kid. I shoved his hand away and poured myself a glass from the pitcher. "Yeah, I know. Little Marky's out!"

John laughed. "So. Everyone's heard about the flyer you got in the mail." I shrugged. "So? What about it?"

"So! So are you going for it?" I took a swig of my drink. The white flyer had come in the mail a couple of weeks ago. It'd kept me awake thinking about it ever since. "I don't know…"

Bob rolled his eyes. "Come on, Johnson. Everyone knows you're going to sweep those dumbasses off their feet!" I sighed and shook my head. "That's not the point. All of us saw the Olympic teams a few years ago. I play like shit compared to them!"

"How do you know? Have you ever played them?" I made a face at him and took another drink. "I just know a'ight?" John threw a napkin at me. "Just do it, Johnson. You're the best damn player here at the University of Wisconsin, and in the NCAA. Why don't you go for it?"

I put my glass down and shook my head at them. "I guess I don't have a choice, do I?" Bob grinned, "Like hell you do!"

"Waitress! Bring us another pitcher! Johnson's going to Minnesota!" John yelled as he punched me in the shoulder. "Here we go," I mumbled to myself as another group of Wisconsin players walked in.

"Hey boys! Johnson's going to the Olympics!"

Rob McClannahan

"Rob!" Yelled Buzz as we skated down the rink. I flicked the puck over to him and broke away to the net. Taking the pass from him, I slipped it past goalie Janaszak. "Woo!"

'Tweet!' Coach blew the whistle. "Okay boys, we're done here! Rest up!" We skated off the ice to the locker room.

"Hey Mac! Thinking about that flyer I gave you?" Called out Buzz. I sat on the bench and took off my helmet. "Yeah, I've been going over it." Phil Verchota tugged off his jersey and tossed it over my head. "So you're doing it with us, right?"

I yanked the jersey off my head and threw it back to him. "I dunno," I said shrugging. A chorus of 'Come on!' and 'Oh my god, Mac!' shot back at me. I took off my jersey and my shoulder pads. "Oy, you guys! Why should I do it?"

Janaszak stared at me in disbelief. "Cause, this is probably a once in a lifetime chance, Mac. Why would you miss it?" I shrugged, "I guess…"

"Yeah, and then old Herb's coaching the team!" Buzz threw in, grinning. I laughed along with the guys, shaking my head. "Yeah, I guess. A few more months of playing for Herb's not gonna hurt me. Much."

Mike Ramsey started laughing, "Wow, Mac. So you're doing it?" I nodded and grinned, "I guess I am! As long as people come with me!" Buzz smiled and got up to go to the showers. "Course we're coming with you!"

I pulled off my skates and hockey pants. Steve Christoff walked over to me and tossed me a roll of medical tape. "You might want some of this. You know who I heard's gonna be there?" I leaned back. "No, who?"

Eric Strobel whistled. "Remember back in '76?" I nodded, "Yeah, I remember." Eric stood up and leaned against his locker. "There's supposed to be a couple of guys from there." I rolled my eyes, "It's not going to be that bad. Those guys aren't that tough." I pulled my pants off and wrapped a towel around my waist.

"Oh? Ok, Mac." I walked over to the showers, "Don't try to discourage me, it won't work!" Everyone laughed and we all went and took our showers.