In the milieu in
which I work and play in New York City, I am in the definite minority. In fact,
for the most part I feel I’m in a field (or rink) of one.
Call it an
accident of birth. I haven’t curled since the 1970s and 1980s after moving to from Canada to New York City in 1988 where curling is more likely to be ridiculed as sport
punch line than an object of curious interest.
So, imagine my
delight that, as a business journalist in Gotham, where all eyes are turned to
the financial cable networks that one of them – CNBC – broadcasts after the
markets close the Olympic Curling game of the day.
Whoa! Draws to the
button, to the four-foot, setting up guards. Is the ice keen? She needs to
throw takeout weight, not Second Avenue weight … (The weight that we dubbed the
hardest you could throw on a curling rink in Owen Sound, so much so that if your shot didn’t hit the target rock, it would leave the ice surface and crash through
the wall and go barreling out on to Second Avenue.)
So bring it on!
Oh, and if you have any curling questions (save your jokes for social media,
where they belong), feel free to comment below !
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