"Dear Canada,

Not all of us were taught to pitch and catch

To throw a spiral or slam dunk a pass

Some of us were woken up at the crack of dawn

Our fathers tied our skates tight and strong

We know what it's like to breathe cold air

We know how it feels when our parents stare

We've dealt with pressure well beyond our years

To be the best we can despite our fears

You invented the game and for that we're grateful

But there's no doubt our fans are just as faithful

Good luck in Sochi, we hope to cross paths

To avenge what was lost in winters' past

Yours Truly
Team USA"