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i am home.
Dec. 5th, 2010 08:31 pmFriday: one game. Won in six.
Saturday: three games. Won ugly in seven, won handily in seven, won handily in seven.
Sunday: two games. Won handily in seven, won miraculously in nine.
No, I lie: the final was not miraculous at all. What happened was this: we lost the toss. We stole one in the first; off to a good start. They took two in the second. We took two in the third. They took three in the fourth. We took one in the fifth. We stole one in the sixth. For those of you counting along at home, that means we were tied (typo just now: 'tired' - also true) with two ends to go.
They took four in the seventh, because we made a series of unfortunate mistakes. So now we're down four coming home, which should have meant we lost - they should have run us out of rocks. And they tried; but they missed a couple of shots by just enough, so we got our four points back and racked the rocks up for an extra end. So now we have to steal, and while we've done it twice already in this game, in this extra end the opponent isn't trying to play against our steal - she doesn't give a damn about keeping any rocks in the house at all, in fact prefers not to, so she can have an open draw at the end for the win. We try to play guards, but eventually it's all hitting and rolling away and sure enough, the house is wide open. Their vice's second shot peels our last guard and rolls far over to the side but not out. We tried to draw over behind that with our skip's first shot, forcing their skip to either try to hit it or draw right to the middle (which we would then hit and roll the other way or even out). Sadly, because we were the only game left at that time, the ice had changed, and it went through. Their skip tried to draw to the button, and also put it through. Our skip made the draw to the side with her second shot; so now the other skip has to draw to the eight-foot circle for the win; but while she didn't throw it quite as much too hard as she'd done her first one, she nevertheless gave it too much, and I was able to sweep it through. So we won.
Moral of the story: it ain't over, as they say, till it's over. The best thing we did all weekend was refuse to lie down and die. Go us!
And now I am very cold and very tired and going to bed soon.
Saturday: three games. Won ugly in seven, won handily in seven, won handily in seven.
Sunday: two games. Won handily in seven, won miraculously in nine.
No, I lie: the final was not miraculous at all. What happened was this: we lost the toss. We stole one in the first; off to a good start. They took two in the second. We took two in the third. They took three in the fourth. We took one in the fifth. We stole one in the sixth. For those of you counting along at home, that means we were tied (typo just now: 'tired' - also true) with two ends to go.
They took four in the seventh, because we made a series of unfortunate mistakes. So now we're down four coming home, which should have meant we lost - they should have run us out of rocks. And they tried; but they missed a couple of shots by just enough, so we got our four points back and racked the rocks up for an extra end. So now we have to steal, and while we've done it twice already in this game, in this extra end the opponent isn't trying to play against our steal - she doesn't give a damn about keeping any rocks in the house at all, in fact prefers not to, so she can have an open draw at the end for the win. We try to play guards, but eventually it's all hitting and rolling away and sure enough, the house is wide open. Their vice's second shot peels our last guard and rolls far over to the side but not out. We tried to draw over behind that with our skip's first shot, forcing their skip to either try to hit it or draw right to the middle (which we would then hit and roll the other way or even out). Sadly, because we were the only game left at that time, the ice had changed, and it went through. Their skip tried to draw to the button, and also put it through. Our skip made the draw to the side with her second shot; so now the other skip has to draw to the eight-foot circle for the win; but while she didn't throw it quite as much too hard as she'd done her first one, she nevertheless gave it too much, and I was able to sweep it through. So we won.
Moral of the story: it ain't over, as they say, till it's over. The best thing we did all weekend was refuse to lie down and die. Go us!
And now I am very cold and very tired and going to bed soon.
