My team played in the Men's International Bonspiel at the Detroit Curling Club this past weekend, and it was a blast. Sure, we didn't play up to our potential (especially me) but it was fun. Got to see old friends, many of whom I've seen on the ice for thirty years (a great thing about the sport by itself) and we managed a spot in the final event. That meant we were lead onto the ice by a bagpiper. Being piped onto the ice is swell cool. It may be the best feeling in curling.
There's never a bad time in a curling club.
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