Wherein I am forced to watch hours and hours of curling coverage
So we were supposed to go to Indiana this weekend, but it didn’t work out.
Instead, my husband has been watching the Olympics. I’m not a huge fan of the Olympics – I know, I’m un-American. I think the Olympics are kind of dumb. And if I do watch them, I tend to watch the weird stuff that nobody likes. I get frustrated at the overall Olympics coverage for being a little too jingoistic, too focused on the progress of the US teams and of course I hate the opening ceremonies. But like I said, I’m a bad person.
My husband loves to watch curling. I have watched a lot of curling with him over the years. I’m not really sure when his love of curling started, but he’s caught a lot of coverage – perhaps all of the coverage available in the US – over the past few years.
“I can’t believe that – you’ve got to take a risk,” I hear him muttering to himself. “You don’t have the hammer!”
I slink away to the gym. He enjoys watching, I like doing. I return a few hours later, tired and sore. He's still deeply engrossed in a game between the US and Great Britain.
"I think that guy just dropped an F-bomb," I casually mention to my husband.
"What?" he asks and hits the rewind on the TiVo. I'm right. Those Brits aren't afraid to drop an F-bomb. I silently resolve that I like them more.
I don’t know much about the sport, but I do find it casually relaxing and soothing to watch. Like when I’m sick and can settle in to watch a six-hour City Confidential Marathon. Maybe I fall asleep during some part, but when I wake up everything looks the same: stones are sliding down the ice or somebody has been killed (respectively).
So we were supposed to go to Indiana this weekend, but it didn’t work out.
Instead, my husband has been watching the Olympics. I’m not a huge fan of the Olympics – I know, I’m un-American. I think the Olympics are kind of dumb. And if I do watch them, I tend to watch the weird stuff that nobody likes. I get frustrated at the overall Olympics coverage for being a little too jingoistic, too focused on the progress of the US teams and of course I hate the opening ceremonies. But like I said, I’m a bad person.
My husband loves to watch curling. I have watched a lot of curling with him over the years. I’m not really sure when his love of curling started, but he’s caught a lot of coverage – perhaps all of the coverage available in the US – over the past few years.
“I can’t believe that – you’ve got to take a risk,” I hear him muttering to himself. “You don’t have the hammer!”
I slink away to the gym. He enjoys watching, I like doing. I return a few hours later, tired and sore. He's still deeply engrossed in a game between the US and Great Britain.
"I think that guy just dropped an F-bomb," I casually mention to my husband.
"What?" he asks and hits the rewind on the TiVo. I'm right. Those Brits aren't afraid to drop an F-bomb. I silently resolve that I like them more.
I don’t know much about the sport, but I do find it casually relaxing and soothing to watch. Like when I’m sick and can settle in to watch a six-hour City Confidential Marathon. Maybe I fall asleep during some part, but when I wake up everything looks the same: stones are sliding down the ice or somebody has been killed (respectively).
Labels: 2006
4 Comments:
I think I'd be good at the luge... any sport where I can use gravity to my advantage is already OK in my book.
My 2nd grade teacher and her husband were really big into curling. I learned more than I ever wanted to know about curling in her class. She used to use curling terms in our vocab quizzes. What a weird chick.
What is it with guys and curling??! Matt is obsessed with it now! We are now officially in the planning stages of a trip across the border to Windsor or Toronto to play curling. (Or curl. Does one "play" curling? Whatev.) I don't know how I gut sucked into this.
My husband isn't a big sports guy, so I figure his weird love of curling is okay. It isn't like you find it dominating the airwaves every Sunday.
The fact that by next week there'll be 30 hours of Curling filling up my TiFaux is another matter entirely.
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