Days 8

Calling in the New Year, East Atlantic Beach, NY

Days 2

BedStuy, Brooklyn

The New Yorker: Complete Players

"At 7 a.m. on a recent Saturday, thirteen boys plunked their hockey bags down on the corner of 110th Street and Lenox Avenue, on the rocky northern border of Central Park. It was too early in the morning to talk much. The boys, the Ice Hockey in Harlem midget team—the under-eighteens—jogged in small packs to the deli across the street for egg sandwiches and bottles of juice. Then they boarded a yellow school bus bound for Philadelphia."

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The New Yorker: Ode to Silver

"I’m not worried about the gold medallists in women’s ice hockey. They will be free to tell any story they want, or no story at all—a gold medal is complete in itself. It’s an easy symbol. But a silver medal needs some explaining. Haunting and changeable, winter dusk in small-town Canada, where I write this, is silver. The silver medal reminds me of a pocket mirror. When silver medallists look down, do they catch glimpses of themselves? Do they stare for a long time or look away, wondering what second place really means?"

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