As a form of relaxation, I watched the Olympics while I ate dinner tonight. Lucky for me, "curling" was on. Does anyone in America understand this game? Seriously. I realize we have a team, I watched 'em, but they looked and sounded suspiciously Canadian, a place with a helluva lot more snow than the States.
If you haven't had the pleasure of watching curling, it's a bizarro combination of bowling, shuffleboard, golf (because they like to stand around figuring how to get the circle into the hole), and darts. Oh, and competitive sweeping.
So far I've managed to figure out that you want to knock the other team's giganto puck out of the circles and get your giganto puck into the tiniest circle. To get said puck to do those things, someone "pitches it" (my term), the sweepers sweep debris out of the way, and then everyone uses their voice to scream the giganto puck into submission. And everyone takes this all very, very seriously.
Best I can figure, some seriously bored motherfuckers stuck in the ice and high on vodka invented this insanity. Maybe the penguins during their eons-long mating ritual in the blizzards.
My battery is dying, gotta run.
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