A few years ago myself (Len) and 3 friends (Richard, Pat and Richard) were playing a game in the annual Manitoba Curling Association bonspiel. We were once-a-week average curlers. It was the 5th end, of an 8-end game, and we were down by 4. We had the hammer. When I went to throw the last rock the other team was counting one in the four ft./button area with their shot stone well guarded by mostly other of their stones. My vice-skip and I decided that we would likely make things worse if I tried any shot so we had better just throw my last away. When I went back down to throw the hammer our front end guys said “Len, we are already down 4. Even if we give up a single point the game is essentially over. You might as well try something”. So I went back down and we looked at trying to come off one of ours which was at about the 10 o’clock position outside the house. Surprisingly we made the shot to score 1. As we were pushing the stones away to start the next end my lead, Pat, says to me “well Len you realize you just earned yourself a new nickname… from now on we will call you “Jen” (re: Jennifer Jones’ infamous in-off for a Scotties win).
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