I got to say, it's awfully nice to say that I'm a defending curing champion. Can't recall that ever happening before. We won the Furspiel this afternoon. I think the final score was 13-5, but it was actually much closer than that. It was tied 5-5 after the fifth. It was 9-5 in the ninth with the opposing team drawing for one, but their stone picked up a piece of debris, allowing us to steal four. Which is a crappy piece of luck for them. You hate winning a game like that.
It was just a rough start to the game. I was shooting crap and we had some bad breaks. But we managed to turn it around. And hell, it was a lot of fun. We were curling the same time as the Scotties final was going on, so people taped the score to the windows to let us know what was happening. And the junior teams taped a sign to the window to cheer us on. Of course, their coaches were on the other team, so they might have just trying to tease them. Still, it was a laugh.
And hey, we got a trophy this year. And it's a pretty nice one. One of the guys in the club designed it. It looks like a komitik.
And hey, here's one of the winning team: Ed, Beth, me and Steve.
So, I guess we'll have to try for a threepeat next year.
Oh, and there were door prizes. Thankfully for my future health, I didn't win the plane ticket. However, I did manage to win 100 kg of cargo with First Air. Of course, I have no idea what to do with 100 kg of cargo. I had a couple who are moving this summer offer to buy it from me, so that's an option. Any suggestions?
One more bonspiel left for the year and only about a month of curling left. I'm not sorry to see that winter is progressing along (we're not close to it being over yet), but I always am sad to see the end of the season.