I was playing third in a fun bonspiel with a skip I hadn’t met before. At the time I was also the head coach for our curling club. Late in the game my skip had to draw to the button. I yelled at the sweepers to “sweep” and we ended up sweeping the rock too far. I could see the skip coming towards me and could also see smoke coming out of her ears and fire out of her eyes.

I met her halfway and said, “Look. You know I do all the coaching here and you know that we teach our curlers that weight is the responsibility of the sweepers. That was a great shot and I tested them. They failed”.

We’ve been great friends ever since.