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6 December 2004 11:00 pmA friend of mine called this afternoon to ask me if I was free to sub for one of the curlers in her rink at the last minute. Her lead came down with a wicked cold -- the kind that affects your balance, which is very definately not a good time to go out on ice and toss rocks around. So, I said yes, because, hey, I love curling. I'm just that Canadian.
And I went and I curled and I wasn't too bad, despite not having so much as laid hands on granite in the past year and a half.
However, at the top of the fourth end, my grip, which is a rubber slipper thing that you put on over your shoe so that you don't kill yourself on the ice, just kind of flipped off my foot as I was stepping down from getting a drink of water. My legs when out from under me and I landed full weight on one hip and slid half into the game that was going on on the next sheet. Which, y'know, ow.
I suffer for my Canadianness, I tell you what.
Anyway, I sincerely doubt that I'll be leaping out of bed tomorrow, what with the fall combined with a general doing-unfamiliar-exercise ache. This is something I'll have to take into account when I set my alarm.
ow.
Still -- lots of fun. And they asked me back next week when one of their other players won't be around, and also for January, because one of the girls is moving away from Ottawa at the end of December. Which means that I didn't embarrass myself too badly on the ice. Fall excepted. Also, we lost, but that's okay, because the other team was Very Serious about the whole thing and didn't seem to be having ANY fun with it as they beat us. Which means that they were a collection of complete twats and although they were winning, they were also having to negotiate around the stick wedged up their collective butts.
Whee, curling.
And I went and I curled and I wasn't too bad, despite not having so much as laid hands on granite in the past year and a half.
However, at the top of the fourth end, my grip, which is a rubber slipper thing that you put on over your shoe so that you don't kill yourself on the ice, just kind of flipped off my foot as I was stepping down from getting a drink of water. My legs when out from under me and I landed full weight on one hip and slid half into the game that was going on on the next sheet. Which, y'know, ow.
I suffer for my Canadianness, I tell you what.
Anyway, I sincerely doubt that I'll be leaping out of bed tomorrow, what with the fall combined with a general doing-unfamiliar-exercise ache. This is something I'll have to take into account when I set my alarm.
ow.
Still -- lots of fun. And they asked me back next week when one of their other players won't be around, and also for January, because one of the girls is moving away from Ottawa at the end of December. Which means that I didn't embarrass myself too badly on the ice. Fall excepted. Also, we lost, but that's okay, because the other team was Very Serious about the whole thing and didn't seem to be having ANY fun with it as they beat us. Which means that they were a collection of complete twats and although they were winning, they were also having to negotiate around the stick wedged up their collective butts.
Whee, curling.