Curling is oddly engaging. We watched the US and Japan in a match last night, and it became obvious that there is a lot going on. I guess people refer to it as “chess on ice.” Based on reports from the games, it can get high-spirited on the sheet, with accusations of cheating ringing out on occasion.
Folks, please. Don’t cheat. That’s just slimy, and so unbecoming of Olympic-level athletes, or any athlete. There’s no room for it at any level. You get a leg up by being better prepared and somehow smarter, not by trying to get away with something.
On another note, I’ve been reading The Gales of November, by John U. Bacon, and was amazed to learn that, among others, the Arthur M. Anderson crew was asked to return to the spot where the Edmund Fitzgerald was last heard from, in order to search for evidence or survivors—all while the Storm of the Century was still raging. The Anderson crew had reached the relative safety of Whitefish Bay, turned the ship around, and headed back out into the maelstrom. Wow.
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