OK, now this is getting weird.
I'm into curling. Really.
Could have watched the hockey, could have watched the ice dancing (OK, not so much), could have even watched an NBA game if I'd been really bored and nothing was on but that crazy stock market guy who yells a lot and is never right about anything.
But curling was on, so I spent a couple of hours watching that last night. Even weirder, I got my wife sucked into it. Even weirder than that, we were in a local bar and there were other people at the bar -- real human beings who have actual lives -- who were avidly watching it, too.
And now, I think I've figured out why: The sport has history here.
The other day, see, my sister, Angie Springer, who works at the University of Saint Francis, sent me a pencil sketch from the university's art collection. The Bass Mansion is in the background. In the foreground is -- yes -- a bunch of people curling on Mirror Lake.
So there it is: Curling's just in our blood.