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in which fox finally gets her film developed
so for those of you who weren't at the kayser -- being everyone except ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darthrami, jgesteve, and datlowen -- and nevertheless give a damn -- which i suppose isn't much more than devilvern and flt, but what the hell -- this is the picture of the house at the end of the ninth half-end in our second game.
we'd won the eighth, so they had the hammer.darthrami threw a guard. their lead threw a guard. jgesteve threw a guard. their second threw a guard. all four rocks were now variously out front, and i drew around them with the red rock you see here. that took care of the left side.
incidentally, while this is probably the best draw i've ever thrown -- certainly the best i've thrown in a game -- i didn't remotely do it on my own. i came out a little light, actually, which is why this is the rock on which the following exchange took place:
datlowen: yeah, yeah, sweep!
darthfox (shrieking from 140 feet away): get it in the house!
jgesteve (sweeping, with darthrami, like a mad thing): NO! we're going to leave it out front, just to piss you off!
everyone else on the ice: [stops what they're doing and laughs hysterically]
so anyway. their vice threw ... something non-helpful.datlowen put something else out front, making the final draw even more difficult. basically, the opposing skip had to put that blue rock through a port about a rock and a half wide, and it had to stop pretty much on the tee line (that horizontal line, if any laymen have wandered in) if it was going to out-count mine. he had to make that shot to win the game.
and as you can see, he did. our feeling was, a guy who makes that shot deserves to win. we were happy to shake that team's hands (and let them buy us a round [g]). (andjgesteve, i have a slightly larger copy of this picture, still in 300 dpi, if you'd like me to send it to you so you can send it to K.)
darthrami, jgesteve, and datlowen -- and nevertheless give a damn -- which i suppose isn't much more than devilvern and flt, but what the hell -- this is the picture of the house at the end of the ninth half-end in our second game.we'd won the eighth, so they had the hammer.
darthrami threw a guard. their lead threw a guard. jgesteve threw a guard. their second threw a guard. all four rocks were now variously out front, and i drew around them with the red rock you see here. that took care of the left side.incidentally, while this is probably the best draw i've ever thrown -- certainly the best i've thrown in a game -- i didn't remotely do it on my own. i came out a little light, actually, which is why this is the rock on which the following exchange took place:
datlowen: yeah, yeah, sweep!darthfox (shrieking from 140 feet away): get it in the house!jgesteve (sweeping, with darthrami, like a mad thing): NO! we're going to leave it out front, just to piss you off!everyone else on the ice: [stops what they're doing and laughs hysterically]
so anyway. their vice threw ... something non-helpful.
datlowen put something else out front, making the final draw even more difficult. basically, the opposing skip had to put that blue rock through a port about a rock and a half wide, and it had to stop pretty much on the tee line (that horizontal line, if any laymen have wandered in) if it was going to out-count mine. he had to make that shot to win the game.and as you can see, he did. our feeling was, a guy who makes that shot deserves to win. we were happy to shake that team's hands (and let them buy us a round [g]). (and
jgesteve, i have a slightly larger copy of this picture, still in 300 dpi, if you'd like me to send it to you so you can send it to K.)