Canada Wins It!

The Women's Curling Championship, that is.

Interesting sport, curling. It requires a whole set of skill and strategy that I can only begin to imagine. And, apparently, I have little to no imagination.

After watching for a few days, I could really appreciate that it would be difficult to balance on the "starter blocks" (or so they looked, like the ones you use when starting a race in track) with "rock" in hand, pushing off while steering the "rock" in just the right direction, at the right speed, with the right amount of spin, or "curl".... Yes, I could see that it would be difficult.


But the strategy I could never understand.


I watched and watched, and just when I thought I had it, I demonstrated most definitively that I had no idea what was going on.


Canada throws a rock, it spins and curls, smashing into the opponents rock, narrowly missing another. It lands just outside the circle. DH and I groan. Too bad! We say, Almost!


DH's brother-in-law looks at us in amazement... But that was a great shot! Just as the tv pans the crowd and shows two Canadians with red maple leaves painted on their faces, cheering their heads off.


Alllrighty, then.


Canada wins it.


We're not quite sure how or why. But we'll leave it to the experts, like those red-face-painted hosers in the third row.









:)