Down to the Very Last Stone

I watched some curling yesterday. I like curling, and yesterday as I watched and cheered for the US Team to set up a decent block to protect the stone they had in the house in the Tenth End—yes, I had watched too much curling at that point—I realized why I like it more than, say, the Downhill Skiing. Sure, the Downhill is exciting—with skiers zipping along at break-neck speeds and cutting in knee-jarring angles down the treacherous path. But the Downhill is impossible—for me, at least. You se...