We were two teams from the Detroit Curling Club, and we had driven up to Forest, Ontario for a tournament. There were eight teams in each flight. And as I said, it did not go well. We finished seventh and eighth in our group.
But in the curling world, no one goes home without something. As a food chain was the sponsor of this particular spiel, most curlers won meat entrees. We won ten pounds of potatoes. Each. At four players per team times two teams, that's a lot of taters. And we had to cross the border with them.
So we pull up to the gate and get asked for our IDs (we were all travelling in one big van). "What were doing in Canada?" the border agent asked the driver, whom I'll call Cloyce just to give him a name.
"Curling," he responded simply.
"Anything to declare?" the guard queried.
Cloyce replied honestly, "Eighty pounds of potatoes."
Without missing a beat the guard said with a smile, "You were in the losers bracket then?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Can we take our spuds and go home now?
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