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bonspiel yay!
First game of the Funspiel this afternoon. Rustled up a spare second, because our old buddy RC was up with his own team and agreed to help us out (since our own second can't be there until tomorrow). Faced off against a team skipped by the strongest curler at that club (which, it must be said, is a v. small pond in which to be a big fish), with some pretty strong people in front of him. We won the toss.
Gave up a steal of one in the first.
Gave up a steal of one in the second.
Took two in the third, and thank god, because they were starting to get cocky (the men, more than the women), and besides it wouldn't do to let them one us to death.
Gave up two in the fourth, but we made them work for it.
Took one in the fifth.
Stole two in the sixth, which is where the game turned around. There was some tension about a rock that the skips disagreed whether RC had burned when he fell down in the house -- I didn't see whether he hit it at all, because I was busy watching his head bounce off the ice, but I will say that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
datlowen was unthinkingly casual and the opponent was kind of a jerk about it -- but that turned out okay for us as well, ultimately.
Gave up one in the seventh, which was really okay. We played a v. good seventh end, where it quickly became clear that what was going to happen was either give them one, so in the eighth we'd be tied coming home with the hammer, or take like four, so we'd be uncatchable. Either outcome would have been okay, and we played it to where we couldn't get rid of the other guy's point, but he had no earthly way to get another one, so he just threw away his last rock and took his one and liked it.
And then we played a great eighth end. After the other guy's last shot, we were counting two, sodatlowen didn't need to throw his last rock.
So, winning yay; defeating obnoxious people, yay (their second, in the second end: "After the game, I'll tell you why your shot fell like that." me, for the rest of the game, internally: "Are there problems with the ice maybe because it's got your goddamn knee prints all over it?"); getting our act together and playing well for the win, yay; not having to play at 7am in Easton extra yay.
Because having won, our next game is at 9:30 am. Oy.
Gave up a steal of one in the first.
Gave up a steal of one in the second.
Took two in the third, and thank god, because they were starting to get cocky (the men, more than the women), and besides it wouldn't do to let them one us to death.
Gave up two in the fourth, but we made them work for it.
Took one in the fifth.
Stole two in the sixth, which is where the game turned around. There was some tension about a rock that the skips disagreed whether RC had burned when he fell down in the house -- I didn't see whether he hit it at all, because I was busy watching his head bounce off the ice, but I will say that
datlowen was unthinkingly casual and the opponent was kind of a jerk about it -- but that turned out okay for us as well, ultimately.Gave up one in the seventh, which was really okay. We played a v. good seventh end, where it quickly became clear that what was going to happen was either give them one, so in the eighth we'd be tied coming home with the hammer, or take like four, so we'd be uncatchable. Either outcome would have been okay, and we played it to where we couldn't get rid of the other guy's point, but he had no earthly way to get another one, so he just threw away his last rock and took his one and liked it.
And then we played a great eighth end. After the other guy's last shot, we were counting two, so
datlowen didn't need to throw his last rock.So, winning yay; defeating obnoxious people, yay (their second, in the second end: "After the game, I'll tell you why your shot fell like that." me, for the rest of the game, internally: "Are there problems with the ice maybe because it's got your goddamn knee prints all over it?"); getting our act together and playing well for the win, yay; not having to play at 7am in Easton extra yay.
Because having won, our next game is at 9:30 am. Oy.
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