Curling Championships

My sister and I, along with Noah, were able to see the final game of the Tournament of Scott's in Women's Curling.   It was not normally something that we would do (hello?  curling?) but my grandparent's are avid fans (do not even try to talk to my Grandma when someone is throwing a rock) and they had the tickets which they could not use, so off we went!  I was so excited and you can imagine my double excitement when I entered the arena to see scads of people wearing foam shaped curling rocks on their heads.  Oh the joy's of sports!  It makes normally modest people dress up like crazy, rock wearing fans!  I wanted one.   

Curling may not be a sport many people watch (I had a lot of people say to me, did you know curling was even in the Olympics!? I think that makes it more acceptable)but it does have a certain fun, shuffle board like drama to it.  And boy those ladies can make plays I did not even think were possible.  

 I must admit that taking a baby to a curling game may not have been the brightest idea since it seems that when they are in play people generally get quiet.  And Noah, well he is NOT quiet, especially when he has people sitting all around him.  He seems to need to yell at those around him to get there attention....gulp.  We started to feel the stares of unhappy seat mates.  So we moved.  And still felt the stares of unhappy people.  So then we walked around with him (my excuse to try and find a hat).  Unfortunately we had to leave early but it was a pretty 'exciting' game (according to my family) I would not know since I have no idea about the rules or what a good play is in the game of curling.  I just know that the lady on one team yelled 'Hard, REALLLY HARD" a lot.  

My craziest moment of this curling 'experience' was when a volunteer security ( I use this term loosely) guy came up to me, put his death grip on my shoulder and started to talk to me about not using the flash on my camera during the tournament.  I was okay with 'please don't use your flash' but he seemed to think that possibly I was the most rebelious person in the arena and I needed the five minute lecture on flash usage.   He even went into a long story of "the other day so and so on such and such team stopped in the middle of their play to ask that people please (those curlers are polite, other athletes may have inserted profanities into this part) stop using their flash".  I kept saying to him, okay thank you I will turn it off, but no that did not seem to deter him.  He then went on to say that "you know in this arena you don't even need flash because the pictures turn out fine without it."  Finally he felt like he had done his duty and left.  I turned in my seat, very embarrassed by this time, to look out into the audience to see dozens of flashes go off.  Boy that poor 'security' guy has a big job ahead of him.