I had mentioned in my list of 100 things that I was once a member at a local curling club. In fact, I have my own curling shoes, which is a notch or two higher on the "snooty" scale than having your own bowling shoes. In my defense, they are very stylish and comfortable (note that I'm wearing pleated pants as I type this, so I should reinforce that "stylish" is very subjective).

The wife and I had joined the local curling club following the 2002 Olympics, and we played until the spring of 2003. That was the last time I went curling - until this past Sunday. The same club was having an open house, hoping to ride the wave of Olympic exposure to curling (that's how they got me in 2002). So I went. I didn't get to do too much curling that day, but I did sign up for a league that runs through the end of the season.

Last night was the first night for my league. The three other people on my team have all been members of the curling club for more than a year. The team we were playing against was made up of two members and two people who had a mere two days of curling experience combined.

Sportsmanship is very important in the sport of curling, so I won't editorialize about the degree of our victory. I'll just state the fact that we won 14-1 through 6 ends (an "end" can best be compared to an inning in baseball, there are typically 8 ends per game in this league). It would not be in the spirit of curling for me to say that we kicked their butts up and down the ice, for example. Likewise, it would not be in the spirit to comment on how our four opponents, who were the nicest people ever, are a combined 350 years old; and how that made me feel a little bit mean for so badly beating up on the elderly.

Let me interrupt here by saying that I will be very disappointed should I ever see a Google search hit for something about "beating up the elderly." omarphillips.net does not condone beating up the elderly.
Also, it would not be appropriate for me to brag about my individual performance in curling, which is the ultimate team game. I should not say how fantastically awesome I played, and that if my teammates played half as awesome as I did, we'd have won 56-1 (your inner Canadian might note that it is not actually possible to score 56 points in 6 ends, so obviously I'm joking. 40-1 is the best we could have done, which makes 14-1 seem like a bit of a failure).

I did kind of make myself look like a jerk for a little while, though. People assume that because I have my own curling shoes, that I will be good. I spent the half hour prior to our start time attempting to dispel this crazy notion, citing that "it has been 3 years since I've done this..." Then, once I got the expectations set nice and low, I went out and curled probably better than I ever have before. While it was fun for me to play well, others didn't enjoy my re-beginner's luck so much. You know that guy who you initially think is being humble, but you later decide is actually being cocky and is indirectly fishing for compliments on his abilities? Yeah. I looked like him. I wasn't him, but I looked like him.

Next week, I'll keep my mouth shut before our 64-0 victory. Or I'll suck. Either case should be good for my image.