For the third year in a row I was invited back to the Kingston Whig. This year marked the 75th Whig and if I guess right there were a few fellas there that tossed a rock or two in the grand opening. Ok, maybe not but there were some old lads there as well as some young filling up the ranks.
This year we had to call up one of the many that have been following our adventures over the last couple of years to fill the hole left by our 3rd who decided to coach his daughter's competitive ringette team. Unfortunately our spare took a bad tumble on the ice in the second game leaving us to curl a man short for the remaining two games.
The setback just seemed to make us work harder and once again we kept our streak alive and pulled off another win. And not just a win but a 7-2 thrashing that had us shaking hands after the sixth end (games at the Whig are 8 ends).
As was the case last year, the win came in our third match on the Friday night. We hit ice at 10:20pm and it was all over by 12:30am.
Our 4th game was Saturday at noon and it was a nail biter. We managed to jump out in front by 4 points after the first end but then they came back one point at a time to tie it up. We then scored another 2 making it 6-4 going into the sixth. They quickly tied it up again forcing us to play for the win in the 8th. Finally it all came down to the last rock, aka the hammer. Our skip threw for the draw and missed by less than an inch giving them the point. We lost. But how can one really call it a loss when the winners buy you a round of beers? Combine that with the late lunch chili on rice and homemade butter tarts and we were feeling like winners once again.
Bellies full, spirits high (bodies stiff and sore) we decided to skip the supper and entertainment and head back home to Ottawa.
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