"Mom, I want to be an Olympic Curler".
Wouldn't that be music to a mother's ears?
The Olympics are old news now,
but my post-partaking depression lingers.
Yes curling, got under my scalp.
Even the word, is intoxicating.
C..U..R..L..I..N..G. An onomatopoeia at its best.
It rolls off one's tongue like Rapunzel's
ringlets rolling down the castle wall.
Though the Slovenian winters would be conducive to curling, it is not yet a sport here.
But it is starting to catch on.
Google Slovenian Curling Team on YouTube, and you'll see what I mean.
"Curling is a combination of Shuffleboard, Billiards, and bowling -- on ice".
And as I see it, there are (at least)
reasons to want to be a Curler.
1. Great graphics potential for your business card

2. Playing with walkie-talkies is always fun
3. Black tights make legs of all ages look good
4. Sweeping is mindful

5. Explaining your work in terms of "coefficients of friction" and "kinetic energy" makes you look smart.

6. Yelling and emotional behaviour is acceptable
7. Picking your piece's color is the best part of any board game

8. You're an "athlete", but without the physical pain
9. Beautiful granite is soothing

10. Curling stones, because of their need to be impact resistant, require no blast mining to produce. Fascinating.
10. Scraping a broom in front of a cheese wheel can never be stressful

11. There is a half time.
12. Men in jester pants can never be threatening

OK, all you doctor, lawyer, writer, artist, businessmen, pilot, professor, pianist, parent, critical thinking Bloggists, comment as to why you think being a Curler would
be a choice job.
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