I know that I have talked about my love of hockey a few times in this blog, so I figured this week I would talk about one of my other favorite ice sports.
And before you start wondering what a six-foot-tall, 240 lbs. man might look like in tights, I’m not talking about figure skating. No one would be safe if I hung up my hockey skates and took up figure skating. It would not be pretty.
Anyway, back to the topic of this blog. The ice sport I am referring to is curling. I picked up the sport two winters ago when my college roommate convinced me to start a team with him and a few of my other friends who lived next door to us in the dorms.
At the time, I knew very little about curling other than you threw rocks at houses and Canadians really liked their curling. But I had caught a few matches with my roommate and I couldn’t help but start to like the sport.
When we started practicing as a team, we weren’t very good. Some of my teammates didn’t know how to walk on the ice without falling over, but they eventually got the hang of it.
After a few practices we started to be pretty good for people who had only just picked up the game a few weeks before.
The league we joined was newbie league where people in the area could take their try at curling. It was part of the Fargo-Moorhead Curling Club in Fargo, N.D. which was conveniently just a few blocks away from my dorm at NDSU.
The year went on and we continued to get better. We had some good nights, but we also had our share of bad ones too. But by the end of the year, we were at the top of our league and got a pretty high seed heading into the playoffs.
To our surprise, we made it to the finals where we were able to claim victory once again. For our efforts, we got some pretty nifty FM-Curling Club t-shirts as well as congratulation from the other team we had faced.
Because we had so much fun the first year, me and my friends decided to join the league again my senior year, where we once again took the championship for the second year in a row.
I don’t know what it is about curling, but I have really grown to love the sport, both watching it and, even more so, playing it. I have never had so much fun with a group of friends as I have when we would go curling on Thursday nights.
Sadly, our team won’t be able to defend our title for another year with our team going their separate ways after we all graduated from college last spring.
I will always remember my teammates and the good times we had while curling. Not only that, but I don’t think I will be able to forget the people we played against either since curling is one of the rare sports where you can be bitter enemies on the ice, but be best of friends once you get back to the locker room. That was one of the best things about curling and is how I wish all sports were like.
Curling is one of the main reasons I wish I was still going back to NDSU this fall even if it meant I had to take more classes. It would all be worth it to get another chance to step on the ice and throw more rocks at houses. I will for sure miss all my curling buddies. I hope you are all reading this and remembering things as fondly as I am.
That’s if for now.