Showing posts with label learn to curl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label learn to curl. Show all posts

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Pot shots to start March

I find myself excited this morning at the prospect of helping others learn to curl. I haven't felt that way in awhile. We'll see what happens, but I guess this much is true: once a curler, you're always an ambassador for the game.

The last two books I've read were hardbound. They felt odd to me, and the typeface in each seemed ancient. Granted, one is a first edition from 1972, but the other was published in 2012. Still, they appeared odd in my hands, as some old fangled technology might. Different, and I like it. I feel more in touch with the books this way.

Is caller ID a good thing? Yes on the whole, I suppose. But now that you can see who's calling there's an extra dimension of dread added when it's someone you don't want to talk to, isn't there? At one time you had to actually answer the phone before your heart sank at the sound of a voice. That the opposite is true too, that you get extra delight in a caller you want to speak to, doesn't seem the same, does it?

Grapefruit League games are well under way and I've yet to see so much as a highlight. We're that busy. Or I'm that lazy. My vote is for busy.

Speaking of which, to work! I wish my boss wasn't such an ogre.

Friday, February 3, 2017

Watching new curlers

I arrived at the curling club early yesterday, and there were a bunch of new curlers on the ice. Let me tell you, man, they were awful.

Most shots were either too heavy and went beyond the scoring area, or house, or were too light and not anywhere close to scoring. They were lining up to sweep around two-thirds of the way down the ice, so that very often they would have to slide back to the stone to sweep it, overshoot the rock and then have to slide forward towards it. They threw wrong handles, they gave wrong signals, they swept too much on many rocks and too little on others.

But despite all that, I admired their enthusiasm. They were laughing and pointing and teasing each other. They were going, oh, so close, on the almost made shots then were absolutely giddy when someone, anyone, did make a shot. You might have thought they'd won a million bucks. They were having a great time.

I think that might be the best way to discover curling. Give the new players some basic instruction, then get out of the way and let them have fun with it. That might just be how you get newbies excited about playing more and learning the details along the way.

I was told that this same group would be coming out at the same time for the next six weeks. I enjoyed myself so much just watching them that I may just go early again next week.