
Ordinarily, 9:00am is an ungodly hour for a sports guy to show up at work. Heck if I wanted to do that, I’d get a real job. But then I’d have to really work for a living, so scratch that idea.
Still, seeing as how I’ve intentionally woken up to watch 5:00am World Cup Soccer matches or the Canadian cable channel’s Olympic coverage, I figure a 7:30 wake up call for a World Championship event right here in my back yard isn’t too much of an inconvenience. (Of course, I’d rather they allowed me to import my blanket and a couch so I could watch in comfort, but hey, who’s complaining)
Here then, is a taste of the 2006 World Curling Championships as seen through a tired, unstable mind:
8:54am: You’ve heard of Breakfast at Wimbledon? Breakfast at Tsongas consists of a cup of coffee and a chocolate biscotti. Note to self: get back to the concession stand and try the cannoli. (Hey, you think this body comes naturally?)
9:00am: The morning’s matches begin, with less than 100-spectators in attendance. A wise guy might comment how this is just like a Lock Monsters or River Hawks game. Not that I would ever say anything like that.
9:06am: I quickly realize I’m lost without announcers. Despite watching curling as a kid (don’t ask, I told you I was strange) and during the last 2 Winter Olympics, I simply can’t understand the strategy without an expert describing what’s going on. Any pretense of me reporting on the matches or analyzing the strategy is now officially out the window.
9:13am: I knew American “skip� Pete Fenson was cool, not because he won a bronze medal at the last Olympics, but because he owns and operates a pizza place. There’s something to be said for someone who toils in a kitchen. What I didn’t know was how cool his friends and family were. There’s a group of about 15 of them across the way, cheering and leading chants that are answered by another group across the arena. The U.S.A. outfits and Uncle Sam hats they’re wearing complete the image.
9:34am: Now they’ve done it. Fenson’s clan takes me back to my high school days by breaking out the “La-di-dah� cheer made famous by teen cheerleaders throughout the country. Makes me want to run out on a court somewhere and miss a wide open jumper.
9:54am: In the restaurant business, we have this saying, “the bus just rolled in,� meaning a wave of customers is about to enter the building. Well, here at Tsongas Arena, the bus just rolled in…literally. Scores of schoolchildren are filing into the arena, filling almost two entire sections. Don’t know if they know much about the sport, but I have a feeling it’s going to get a lot louder in here soon.
10:02am: Yup, I was right. A shot by Fenson just drew the loudest response of the morning, and well it should have. The “stone� just earned team U.S.A. 4-points and a commanding 6-1 lead over Germany.
10:31am: The Fenson clan has now fanned out across the arena and is leading cheers right in front of the school sections. Pretty good stuff. Much like a soccer match, some of the best activity is taking place in the stands. The kids seem to be really enjoying themselves, and some of it doesn’t even have to do with the fact they’re not in class right now.
10:35am: A quick glance to my left shows Finland with a commanding 12-3 lead over Denmark. Is there a mercy rule?
10:36am: I have my answer. No mercy rule, but the two teams are shaking hands. Much like a beaten golfer conceding a putt, the Danes have decided they no longer want to sweep. Wonder if that works at home with their wives?
10:40am: Blowouts everywhere. Left to right, the scoreboards read 12-3, 6-1, 7-2 and 6-1. Unlike the ignorant blogger, me thinks the schedule makers knew what they were doing putting these groups together in the sparsely attended morning sessions.
11:04am: The Germans finally concede. The Americans improve to a tournament best 7-1 record with the favored Canadians awaiting them tomorrow night. Fenson shakes hands with teammates and opponents, then walks the length of the ice smiling at and waving to the cheering fans. Believe it or not, I think I’m watching the birth of a folk hero right before my eyes.
11:12 am: All matches have now been conceded. The arena lights are turned down and the kids begin filing back out to the buses earlier than expected. Bet they’d rather stay here and watch more curling.
Then again, so would I. Despite the fact I didn’t quite get all the strategy and goings on, the atmosphere was kind of fun. I’ll definitely be back for some of the bigger matches. I’m guessing this place gets downright electric when the hundreds of Canadians in town fill up the Tsongas.
A lot of these people drove for days to get here and others flew in from around the world. Your trip is much shorter. You should make it at least once!