17 October 2012
And, for the first time in about a decade, I don't have a new team. My team this year - for league play, anyway - is the same team I ended last season with. And I feel good about this. We finished strong, and I spent my summer studying strategy.
It's good to have a stable team. I know how each member of my team will throw. I know my lead will put up two fantastic guards, every time. I know my 2nd will throw takeout weight when she needs to. I know my vice will draw right where he needs to.
And I know my skip will lose games for us. That's OK. I'm the skip.
10 April 2012
07 April 2012
Curling is done for the year, or is very nearly so. At least, that's what conventional wisdom says. But here in the US, it's not exactly true.
11 March 2012
Today, to celebrate the end of the Brier, I posted this spotlight on the 2nd greatest song ever written about curling, Johnathan Coulton's "Curl". You can certainly go read about this on my other blog - and please do - but I wanted to make it easy for you to see this one. So, to that end, here it is, in its entirety!
06 March 2012
I fell while curling last night. I don't fall much anymore, but every once in a while, I can and do slip a little bit.
This wasn't a little slip. This was a spectacular flop on my back. I hit the ice hard, and kicked a stone (at rest, not on the move), sending it airborne. I didn't hit my head, thankfully, but my back and elbow were sore, as was my toe (from kicking a stone) and my pinky. And it knocked the wind out of me for a moment.
I continued to play - I lost, but I wasn't going to let my fall be the reason why. And today, my pinky, ankle, and neck are sore, but I am otherwise OK.
I was playing on Sheet A.
My second week curling, ten years ago, I was sweeping a stone with a fellow curler, Ben Emerson - he has since passed away - on Sheet A. He fell spectacularly on his back. He did hit his head - as I recall, there was blood - and that ended his season. It nearly ended his curling career, right when it had started.
I don't like Sheet A. I can't avoid playing on it, but I get bad feelings every time I play there. Not only are there several injuries in its history, it plays funny. Rocks curl sharply towards the wall, as if there are magnets attracting them there.
And yet, I usually play well there. I've learned its foibles, and I'm usually extra careful there. I tell my team to be careful there as well.
But, as I learned - or, rather, was reminded - last night, curling can be a dangerous sport. I had gotten comfortable with Sheet A, and I let my guard down. But I kept my head up, literally and figuratively. Even though I lost my match, I feel Sheet A and I have a working relationship now.
Until Sheet A trips me up again. Then all bets are off.