Is there a word for the feeling that the man standing behind you at Dunkin Donuts is Mike Eruzione, captain of the 1980 gold medal-winning US Olympic hockey team?
Because I do know that such a sensation exists. I felt it this very afternoon, while I was out running errands. “I have the most uncanny sense that the man standing right behind me here in Dunkin Donuts is Mike Eruzione,” I thought. “The captain of the 1980 gold medal-winning US Olympic hockey team.”
My estimable powers of logic commanded me not to turn around for a closer look. Either he was Mike Eruzione, captain of the 1980 gold medal-winning US Olympic hockey team, in which case he was probably tired of being gawked at…or he wasn’t, in which case I’d be wasting a good gawk on a mere civilian.
Mike Eruzione sightings here in Massachusetts are by no means unheard of. Thanks to an ambitious banding and captive breeding program, the species has been brought back from the brink of extinction. The hardiest are returned to the wild, after spending an additional seven months at a facility in New Bedford where they are taught to forage and recount stories of the final three minutes of the US/USSR final without the assistance of humans.
Surely as more and more Mike Eruziones enter the wild, a special word for this sort of thing will only become more and more necessary.