I haven't been getting much reading done this week. I'd like to blame it on the fact that I had book club one night and a sick kid that really wanted nothing more than to snuggle up with her mommy a couple of nights (and who am I to turn that down when the kid in question is almost 15?). Or I could choose to blame it on a book that I'm really having a hard time getting in to. But the truth of the matter is that I have been watching the Olympics. A lot. There is not a sport that I won't watch. Which is what lead me, four years ago, to discover curling. Basically it's shuffleboard on ice. Without the beer. Hockey it is not--there is no chance of physical contact and it is exceedingly slow. Honestly, they will come out with a fancy measuring stick periodically to determine who has won an "end." But I can't help myself--I love it!
I mean, hello, anyone of Scottish descent has got to love the fact that the competition opened with a bagpipe procession. And the fact that all of the 42 pound "stones" used come from Scotland.
The fans are supposed to quiet and polite, like golf or tennis fans. But this year it turns out that some of them have really taken it up a notch. National pride has become such a part of this Olympic competition that the Canadian fans broke into "O, Canada" midway through a close match.
Imagine how excited I was to discover this week that there's a curling league here in town. I've been looking for years to find just the incentive to get myself in shape. The chance to be a sweeper might just do the trick!