I like to watch the winter Olympics.  All that snow, ice, cold weather -- love it!  But what about curling?  I learned today that it is a deep and abiding passion of Canadians who live on the prairies.   Sounded good -- I'm from the prairies of Illinois.   I guess it doesn't translate; I can't quite figure out the lure of the sport.   You  send a rock down the lane and sweep the ice in front of it to get it to go to the desired spot.  Sort of like croquet on ice? billiards? baci-ball? 
Once I met members of a Scottish curling team when they were visiting New York.  They were sprightly gentlemen who cared a lot about their team ties and jackets.  And beer.  And they told some wonderful jokes that I cannot remember.  Must have been the beer.
Maybe I'll get curling one of these days.
Friday, February 19, 2010
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