Curling Champion

I've told this story before, but almost every time I play sports, I get hit in the head with some sort of equipment. Bowling: bowling ball, Volleyball: volleyball, Jogging: basketball. I was even hit in the head with a football when I was merely watching a game. So when my company announced that we were going curling for our annual meeting, I was concerned. Carly and I tried to predict what I would get hit in the head with: the ice? the giant heavy curling disk? a broom? a light fixture that broke loose from the ceiling? Could be anything.

Luckily, no brooms went flying haphazardly from people's hands.


The giant heavy (and frozen) disks stayed on the ice. (Dad made sure to bring his angry eyes.)


And no other random lighting equipment or pvc pipe made contact with my head. I didn't even fall on the ice.


Sure, I sucked big time (despite my overly intense game face), but that was expected. Even though curling is weird and quite frankly sounds made-up, it is considered a sport and the rules of the universe require that I suck at all sports.


But hey, I left without a scratch on my head and minimal bruising to my ego. All in all I'd say it was a success.