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world men's curling championships: wheat and puffed wheat
Scotland 7 4 Canada
I can now reveal that my preference all along was for Scotland to win the whole shebang*, and they did. The 1-2 playoff was particularly painful -- mostly for them and their families, I'm sure, but also for those of us who, if we'd been permitted to bet, would have bet on them; good lord, I'll never forget that game, especially the godawful stupid shot their vice talked their skip into taking with his last rock of the third end. Ask me about it some time. They did battle back, however, and as I said, apparently felt that the gold medal wasn't really golden enough unless they took the long road to get there. They made the bronze medal match exciting as well, and today's final was a squeaker from beginning to end: Scotland started with the hammer, and took one in the first; Canada took one in the second; Scotland took one in the third; Canada took one in the fourth; Scotland took two in the fifth; Canada took two in the sixth; Scotland blanked the seventh, thinking they'd take one (or, ideally, more than that) in the eighth and force Canada to take one in the ninth and thus have the lead and the hammer coming home, but no, they also wound up having to blank the eighth, and then took two in the ninth, so they were up two coming home without the hammer, which wasn't too bad. And yet. Didn't David Murdoch not quite make his last shot, leaving Canada the opportunity to take two and force an extra end. Fortunately (for Scotland), Jean-Michel Ménard also didn't quite make his last shot, so Scotland took one and are crowned world champions. (Speaking of which, the other day, did I say Olympic gold medal? Totally lied about that. Sorry.)
Also? I go "grr" about the stupidly risky shots he talks his skip into, but I rant because I love: my boy Ewan "Young'un" MacDonald (note: he's 30 years old, and not the youngest guy on the team), the Scotland third, won Miss Congeniality. (I forget the name of the award, and I can't find it googlewise right now, but it's blah blah sportsmanship and good conduct, chosen by the competitors, etc., so Miss Congeniality is totally what it is. Heh.)
* Preferences were, gold: Scotland, silver: Norway, bronze: USA, fourth: Canada. I picked one out of four, which would have done me no good at all if I'd had any money on it, so really it's best that I couldn't and didn't, and in fact couldn't even go 'Huzzah' until I'd taken off the jacket that said "official" on it.
I can now reveal that my preference all along was for Scotland to win the whole shebang*, and they did. The 1-2 playoff was particularly painful -- mostly for them and their families, I'm sure, but also for those of us who, if we'd been permitted to bet, would have bet on them; good lord, I'll never forget that game, especially the godawful stupid shot their vice talked their skip into taking with his last rock of the third end. Ask me about it some time. They did battle back, however, and as I said, apparently felt that the gold medal wasn't really golden enough unless they took the long road to get there. They made the bronze medal match exciting as well, and today's final was a squeaker from beginning to end: Scotland started with the hammer, and took one in the first; Canada took one in the second; Scotland took one in the third; Canada took one in the fourth; Scotland took two in the fifth; Canada took two in the sixth; Scotland blanked the seventh, thinking they'd take one (or, ideally, more than that) in the eighth and force Canada to take one in the ninth and thus have the lead and the hammer coming home, but no, they also wound up having to blank the eighth, and then took two in the ninth, so they were up two coming home without the hammer, which wasn't too bad. And yet. Didn't David Murdoch not quite make his last shot, leaving Canada the opportunity to take two and force an extra end. Fortunately (for Scotland), Jean-Michel Ménard also didn't quite make his last shot, so Scotland took one and are crowned world champions. (Speaking of which, the other day, did I say Olympic gold medal? Totally lied about that. Sorry.)
Also? I go "grr" about the stupidly risky shots he talks his skip into, but I rant because I love: my boy Ewan "Young'un" MacDonald (note: he's 30 years old, and not the youngest guy on the team), the Scotland third, won Miss Congeniality. (I forget the name of the award, and I can't find it googlewise right now, but it's blah blah sportsmanship and good conduct, chosen by the competitors, etc., so Miss Congeniality is totally what it is. Heh.)
* Preferences were, gold: Scotland, silver: Norway, bronze: USA, fourth: Canada. I picked one out of four, which would have done me no good at all if I'd had any money on it, so really it's best that I couldn't and didn't, and in fact couldn't even go 'Huzzah' until I'd taken off the jacket that said "official" on it.
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I'm gonna have to give it up without (re) watching the last couple of ends, because I'm bushed.
How was the volunteer party?
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me on TVit!The volunteer party more or less sucked, so you didn't miss anything there, but after a while I went to dinner with K and R and (thus) Team Norway, neener neener. Big hugs for me when they left.
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Tape the game! Tape the game!
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