In The Books

Well, another curling season is in the books. We managed a 10-8 win in the five-six game, which means we officially finished fifth. I've done worse.

Our vice Mark, the man who throws third out of four players, saved our bacon. He made two great hits which removed opposition scoring stones and left us scoring instead, and drew to the very button, the very center of the circular target curlers call the house, when that was all we had. I mean, if he's an inch short it could have changed the outcome. If curling had game rocks like football has game balls, he'd get it.

We caught some breaks too, stealing eight straight points (you're said to have 'stolen' points when you score without 'hammer', the last rock of an end) after giving up five in the first end (an end is sort of like a baseball inning, except teams alternate throwing stones rather than all bat/field at once). It's hard to win when they hang a five on you right off, but we figured it out. 

The thing, yesterday was a very rough day at work. Indeed this entire week is daunting. I hardly wanted to play last night. But I'm glad I did. The win makes work just a bit easier to handle.