Patriots everywhere rejoiced after watching the U.S. men’s national junior hockey team sing “The Star SpangIed Banner” following their victory over Sweden on Friday. A clip of the moment swells viewers with pride and shows a welcome change of pace from the kneeling, silent protests of athletes representing America on the national stage.
The U-20 team defeated Sweden 6-2 to capture their sixth 2024 International Ice Hockey Federation worId junior hockey championship.
The guys played excellent today, head coach David Carle told USA Hockey. It’s a joy for them.
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They focused on getting to this game and playing their best for the last game of the tournament and I thought they did that. It’s a great honor to be a part of a winning team. The hard-fought battle, which incIuded fist fights toward the end of the match, ended with Team USA arm-in-arm, proudly singing the national anthem.
Commenters were quick to rejoice at seeing some of the nation’s best young athletes display their patriotism.
My Granddaughter Kicked Me Out Because I Got Married at 80
When my granddaughter Ashley threw me out after I got married at 80, I decided I couldn’t condone the disrespect. With my new husband, Harold, we devised a daring plan to teach her a lesson she’d never forget, leading to a confrontation that would change our family forever.
I never thought I’d be telling this story, but here we are. My name is Margaret. I lived with Ashley, who I raised after her parents died. But when I told her I was marrying Harold, she said, “You’re too old for a wedding dress,” and kicked me out. After everything I had done for her, I felt so betrayed.
Harold welcomed me into his home, and we got married in a small ceremony. We decided to teach Ashley about respect. Knowing she loved photography, Harold anonymously sent her a ticket to a local photography gathering where he would present his award-winning photos.
At the event, Harold showcased our wedding photos, saying, “I found love at 79, proving age is just a number.” I addressed the audience, “When Ashley’s parents died, I sold my house to pay for her education. I raised her as my own. But recently, she forgot that love and respect.”
Ashley approached us, tears streaming, “I’m so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?” We hugged, and she invited us to a family dinner, promising never to take me for granted again. As we left that night, I felt a renewed sense of belonging and hope for a new beginning.
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