Forty six years ago I met my husband on Sheet D. It was truly love and first sight. We played on opposite teams but that didn’t stop the connection and eye contacts from forming. On Larrys drive home he told himself, Im going to marry that woman. Two years later we were married. We played mixed curling until a botched back surgery prevented me from playing, but we faithfully watched all the games from our family room. 42 years later my Larry died of Cancer. Now my cousin Susan and I watch all the curling. In my mind there are two seasons, Blue Jays and curling. Every time a game is televised I feel closer to my Larry. I wear my curling shirt, have a drink from my curling cup, and I am content. The cup holds a variety of liquids. Which aids in the degree of contentment.
Should I win, I would take my cousin Susan, my best friend Dave and my grandson Jozef who learned to love the game from his Papa.
If I don’t win, I will enjoy sitting in my living room with my shirt and cup and the comical, informative narration from the “booth”. If chosen, I wouldn’t pick on Vic, I certainly wouldn’t make the ladies get out of the car to push. Id even remember my wallet and offer to buy Russ a drink.
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