When I stopped at home for lunch this afternoon, Gary had the TV turned on. My highly-trained and detail-oriented eye spotted ice, uniforms, and something flitting about on that ice, and I instantly perked up: ahhh, was this related to my beloved hockey?
Gary informed me that he was watching some Olympic curling. I observed for a bit, waiting for the first check into the wall, the first flash of ice flying from a sliding skate, an arm strategically flung to mercilessly toss someone onto the ice.
Nothing. I glanced at Gary in confusion.
“So…there’s no checking in curling?” I stated the obvious.
Gary cast me a patient glance. “No.”
I turned back to the TV, now confused why the channel had yet to change. No checking? No fighting? But…why?
Admittedly, I have never watched curling before, and in fact, never heard of it. Maybe if I actually understood the game, it would hold more allure. But I was left with a burning urge to watch some real hockey! Well, the Lightning play on March 2nd…
Oh, I jest! I said real hockey. The United States women’s hockey team plays Finland tomorrow.