Who knew that an experience of skipping a morning of school to take in an olympic curling match would result in my promising to take the kids all curling after the olympics are over. The rink we went to will remain a public facility following the games. More yoga stretches will be necessary if I’m to make a graceful glide down any sheet of ice.
Impressive lunges, perfect rocks and a close match down to the tenth end kept me on the edge of my seat. An interest that surprised me, but it is definitely not watching paint dry, far more fun than that.
When Norway played China, I swore that they were way over their heads. They threw an unimpressive match. Only after when they were challenging Canada later in the evening did I learn that Norway are the defending champs. That evening they were a force to behold, but in the 11th end, Canada won with the final rock! Whoohoo! I shouted out loud at the television screen, an act that I will now admit to, but just.
I guess it will be whatever we did before, but that wasn’t the answer that he was seeking. I’m still trying to find out what exactly he’s hoping for.