Winter Wonders

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The Torino Winter Games have been nothing short of spectacular to this Winter Olympics newbie.

Sure, I do find speed skating as boring as any of the summer games’ track and field events and I fell asleep halfway into the luge programme.

This week’s blog will almost entirely be devoted to the winter games and how I find myself the only guy among my family and friends following the games’ progress.

Let’s start with my co-favourite sport in the winter games – curling.

To Peter out there who is now presumably smirking (or exclaiming) at the previous sentence, I have a phrase for you – no coffee.

The women’s curling final featured two teams, the classic underdog Switzerland led by the cool and calm Mirjam Ott; and the World Champions, European Champions and now Olympic Champions – Sweden.

The game started at 0030 hours and ended at 0400 hours.

Normally, for a game that long (listened to using headphones so as not to bother the family), I would be brewing some extra thick mocha-coffee to keep me awake throughout the night but would you believe it – I didn’t (and this from a guy who can get a good night’s sleep despite the espresso).

Not even a yawn.

A game of curling has 10 ends followed by additional ends if the game is tied. This game went down to the wire – the final stone of the 11^th end by the Swedish skipper.

The game started of with both teams evenly matched and ended at halftime with an interesting score of 3-2 with Sweden holding the slight advantage.

The second half of the game was nothing short of dramatic.

During Switzerland’s last stone of one of the ends played by Mirjam Ott, the stone experienced a pickup as the match commentators called it. The stone, which was sliding towards the intended target, suddenly curled prematurely and Ott’s stone collided with a Swedish guardstone, thereby surrendering a point to the Swedes.

According to the match commentators, a pickup occurs because of imperfections in the ice, which may be caused by - get this - hair, fluff, sand or any other imperfections in the ice!

If my memory serves me correct, the score became 6-2 (or was it 5-2?) at the 7^th end.

Either way, it was a great mountain to climb for the Swiss (like being 3 goals down at the 80^th minute in a football match) and their response was nothing short of miraculous.

Faced with a seemingly insurmountable barrier, the Swiss looked to their leader, skipper Mirjam Ott.

What happened next cannot be adequately described in words.

Ott didn’t seem any different from the outset, but there was an aura of invincibility about her after the unfortunate pickup. Her teammates, catching the invincibility virus, started drawing incredibly accurate and unbelievable shots. Even the crowd, which had been rather subdued, started screaming, shouting and screaming: “Ott’s Team! Ott’s Team!”

The Swiss managed to narrow the gap to 6-4.

Despite the Swede’s best efforts to hold them of, Ott’s incredibly sublime final stone at the 10^th end drew the match!

11^th end.

Ott managed to place two stone in the home with no other rival stones anywhere in it. It was up to the Swedes to either win the game or lose it.

The crowd, which comprised three factions: the Swiss, the Swedes, and the neutrals; were screaming their heads off.

Loud chants of “Ott’s Team!” were answered by screaming Swedes, which in turn drove the neutrals into choosing a side.

You could hear a pin drop when the Swedish skipper took her place.

The ice queen delivered – and made a double takeout (not the kind at McDonalds), removing both Swiss stones with her stone the remaining tenant.

Yup, there you have it. A heart-pounding match which, interestingly, didn’t bring tears to my eyes as they would if my truly favourite team losses.

The simple and only answer is because the Swiss played like champions, and their skipper Mirjam Ott earning a place of worship that I have up to now, only allocated to Himura Kenshin and Jon Stewart, for never wavering or surrendering under great odds.

My other co-favourite sport during the Winter Games can only be ice-skating.

As the saying goes: “It’s a one of a kind.”

Ice-skating is a combination of beauty, grace, artistry, individuality, skill, stamina, and rhythm. I can assure you, gymnastic, the summer equivalent of ice-skating, doesn’t even come close to this unique discipline.

Watching the gala performance repeat on Sunday evening was the best way to see what ice-skating had to offer. Unlike real competition, the gala is performed more to entertain the audience than to get one up over your opponent – in other words, the skaters get a free reign on how and what they wish to perform.

Some notable performances include the emotional display by Johnny Weir to Sinatra’s (is there any other?) My Way, the feminine grace of Irina Slutskaya, the cool elegance and beauty of Olympic Gold Medallist Shizuka Arakawa to the music You Raise Me Up, and last but never least, a glorious performance by Olympic Gold Medallist, the legendary Evgeni Plushenko to the Stradivarius of Edvin Martin.

Speaking of which, I will now officially issue a challenge to all the rappers of the world. Not even one of these “musicians” had their “tunes” featured in the event – although any music genre is allowed.

Until an ice-skater wins an Olympic medal accompanied by rap, I’ll never consider it music worth listening to.

As someone on the Internet once posted: “Rap is an interesting word; add C and you get what it is; add E and you get what it does to your brain.”

Other events there drew my interests were the snowboarding events (which were more like the Winter X Games), short track skating, aerials, moguls, and any other event I happened to tune in to.

The closing ceremony however, was less than pleasing – at least for me – as its main theme was the carnival.

Luckily, there were more things than dancing clowns to look at; e.g., Avril Lavigne.

And on that bombshell, I end my take on the Torino 2006 Winter Olympics.

I said I would devote almost all of today’s blog to the Winter Games. My second phrase today is magic maggots.

Remember my compost bin? I stand corrected, there are maggots feeding on vegetable matter. Big juicy ones not unlike the kind you see on Fear Factor.

I am not really sure how they got there; maybe it happened when I took out the inner bin to aerate its contents. The point is: underneath the initial layer of organic waste, there now lies a thick layer of black organic slush (for lack of a better word) crawling with maggots. Yesterday, I removed some of the matter for plant growing purposes. I will publish the results next week.

Also, the Sautern Enterprise blog has also been updated so check it out if you have the time.

Till then, see you in Vancouver!

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