Need I say more? The curling season ended tonight with a crushing 8th end, last rock, defeat to the venerable Jeri Friesen rink. If you're going to lose, lose to someone who can curl, I always say.
Here's the arc of the game:
We went ahead.
They went ahead.
They went further ahead.
Things stayed the same.
We caught up.
They went ahead again.
We caught up again.
They won.
Intense eh?
After the game we drank to our demise and their ascent. We discussed the Chara hit. We were split on whether the big galoot should actually have to be responsible for his big galootness. Or whether he should be able to just wander around the rink killing people with his sheer size and volume. We reached nothing that approximated a conclusion. I, on the other hand, being more than a foot shorter than Chara, and more than 100 pounds less massive than he, tended to argue that he's so damn big he should have to play without any equipment at all, just to keep things fair.
We were however, unanimous in our contempt for Air Canada, the prime minister, and the Montreal police. Lord save us from the goody goodies.
Ride report
in: - 11'C wind NE 10 ks
out: - 6'C wind S 35 ks
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