Curling, Sweep Me Away

Oh, curling, I have missed you. Every four years, you come into my life, and I welcome you with open arms and eyes wide open, glued to the television. You beckon, and I cannot turn you off. I am drawn to your stones and brooms and ice, so smooth and clear. Others mock, but plenty will be watching with me in living rooms or basements. I admit, guilt-free, I am fascinated. Do I know the rules, exactly? No! But that will not stop me. I will watch and will keep watching. I DVR coverage and delay dinner for matches.…

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Chock Full of Half-Emptiness

 A guy at my office is a sports pessimist. “Cutler’s terrible,” he says, since we live in Chicago Bears territory. “Trestman will eat your soul,” he likes to say about the Bears’ new, professorial-looking coach. He’s hardly alone. Local sports talk radio crackles with fans and pundits pessimistic about every facet of local teams. “I’ve seen this all before,” a caller said about the Bears’ good start. “8-8 at best.” One longtime sports-talk host guaranteed the Bears will not win the Super Bowl. “They just won’t,” he said. “Zero chance. They’ll crumble. Because that’s what they do.”…

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A Lonely Seabird in a Land of Big Cats

And now, the starting lineup for your New Orleans … Pelicans? New Orleans’ NBA team officially announced Thursday the team will change its name from the Hornets to the Pelicans, beginning next season. I heartily applaud the choice. Well, I’m applauding virtually because my office is a really quiet place. Pelicans is a great name. It’s creative, fun, even bold considering the high potential for mockery, and links the team to the city and region where it plays. Pelicans are fascinating creatures — the throat pouch thing, the long beak, the huge wingspan, the goofy looking face.…

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