You haven’t lived until you have curled a Friday night game, partied until 3 am, and then curled again at 8:30 am (beer in hand, of course). Then on Saturday you curl two more games to win third place in your league. I know what you’re thinking and yes, that all might be fine if you weren’t also the organizer of the event and on the nut for every little issue and task that came up. Phew!
The Florenceville Curling Club celebrates its 50th Anniversary this year so we all celebrated by having a special bonspiel. We don’t normally curl bonspiels playoff style (winners are usually determined by wins vs losses and points for/against) but we wanted something different for this event so we went for it. We did a greasy spoon brunch at lunchtime, and had a special steak supper. We even had our MP and MLA show up for the event to say a few words. Prestigious!
Anyway, I won’t go into the gory details about how hot I was working over the grill in the kitchen or how tired I was playing that third game on Saturday or how nervous I was doing my speech at the supper (yes, that speech)… I just thought that 50 years was noteworthy. So there it is. I’m sure I’ll bring up the club again, being chairman and all.
Oh, and my team got third place in our league. That sounds impressive but if you know curling and you know that there were only twelve teams playing in two leagues… well, at least we didn’t get the booby prize.