What About that Annoying Swedish Song
By Rachel Neumeister
The rock was heavy. The shot was tough. As his body heaved the rock forwards, his sidekicks braced themselves as it came hurling towards them. The cold air gripped all three as, for a moment, the rock was heading straight for the Button in the House.
Two Saturdays ago, on November 3rd, 2007, a group of adventurous Emmanuel Students traveled to Ayr Curling Club. It wasn’t as easy as they make it out to be on TV. Mr. Scott Dennison, our expert curler, made it look much easier than it was.
The group was given a customary boring speech beforehand regarding safety and rules; proceeding which they were broken up into teams of four. Each member got eight throws per game, trying to get their rock closest to the target about 100 meters down the ice. And let me tell you, it takes grace and entire body control and coordination to get the rock to go the right speed in the right direction.
A break between games saw feasting on pizza and pop.
Personally, the most fun part of the event was running and sliding great lengths on the ice with a piece of tape on the bottom of my shoe to cut down on friction.
As for the song, it was a marketing ploy, which succeeded for the 19 individuals who went. Maybe next semester it will get you too.
