“If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.” – Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!
Well, another year of writing about our on-ice kibitzing has drawn to a close for me. While we technically have another game to play, I’ll be busy decompressing and/or drowning my sorrows on a Dominican beach over the next two weeks. Thinking about my dismal performance this season, I’ve slowly come to the realization that my inconsistent shot-making has been a serious inconvenience for my team. Thus, it stands to reason that I’d once again abandon my boys prior to the final week’s giddy pre-playoff backslapping. Believe me when I tell you, I will be seriously contemplating (over adult beverages) what I must’ve done to anger the curling gods. After this apocalyptic season, all I can say to my team is “keep calm, carry on” – they can’t do any worse than with me at the helm!
For my final game of the year, I was happy to play the talented Both team. I must say that facing their team is always a treat, especially since one knows that comedy will certainly ensue. Unlike some teams, these young bucks aren’t afraid to talk during a game. In fact, after the first few ends there was more chatter than going on a speed date. While young Brad is a fine curler and the best of company, he has the annoying ability to display savant-like curling performances most times he plays us … bloody hell! In keeping with this theme, last night’s game was an intoxicating cocktail of near-perfect shot making and Hawking-like strategy. As expected, the always brilliant ‘pretty boy’ Magee showed up with more energy than a rodeo clown. Seriously, that guy’s so fit he could model underwear. Creepiness aside, the Both Bandits could not mount any offence and we shed no tears at their misfortune. Sean and Chas (the rhythm pals) were exceptionally effective in both their sweeping and shot-making. As Shark and I only had ‘normal’ shots to make, we felt we were on a holiday from the late-end quagmire we’ve usually faced. After the season we’ve endured … games simply don’t get better than this.
[drumroll] Shocking news: We won in six ends! (I’m not jesting). I’m hopeful this victory represents a fresh new face for our beleaguered team. As a rule of thumb, I’m usually loathe to tread carefully when asked about the future. However, last night was different in that I was ready to start filming a team Pinty’s commercial [TAKE ONE: The jubilant team laughs uproariously while biting into Pinty chicken legs]. What can I say? We rarely win, but when we do … we celebrate like friggin’ champions.
The fake last word:
Two men are discussing their lives. One says, “I’m getting married. I’m sick of a messy apartment, dirty dishes, and no clothes to wear.” The other one says, “Hey, I’m getting divorced for the same reasons.”
[cue lonely saxophone] Next year, I pledge to be more even-keeled and reliable … while on the ice. I’d also like to apologize to anyone I have not offended in my blog, especially Scott Powell. Please be patient. I will eventually get to you. Seriously, I have to acknowledge the exceptional members we have at Navan CC. Having brought two new curlers into the club, I can attest that all are welcome – whether they’re just learning the game or one of those uniquely competent curlers we occasionally witness. On this note, I wish you all a wonderful summer with whatever makes you laugh … oh, and be nice to one another. Cheers!
The real last word:
A golfer walks into the pro shop at the golf club and asks the golf pro if they sell ball markers. The golf pro says they do, and they are $1.00. The guy gives the golf pro a dollar. The golf pro opens the register, puts the dollar in, and hands him a dime to use as the marker.
This economic model is also used by governments.