Friday, 19 February 2010
Under the Bridges
Security at the curling venue nabbed me today too. I am hoping it is random and that they hadn't caught me on survillance while I was sneeking around the edges of the Oly Village. I wasn't strip searched, but they shook my coffee cup. "Ma'am. Is there liquid in here?" "Uhm, yes. I stopped at a Starbucks to check my internet. It is black." And at the same time he was rifling through my back pack, I was being wanded on the other side of the security tent. "Beep!" "Oh, sorry, pocket change." "Beep!" "Oh, sorry, my ID." "Beep!" "Oh, sorry, it must be the zipper!? There are so many pocket in these darned volunteer jackets. Maybe it's my touque? I dunno" "That's fine ma'am. You can go." "Heh heh.... they didn't find my curling pins."
My draw tonight was a well curled game. The Danes were conquered by the Scots, but it was not a runaway. The crowds can make me cringe when collectively they pick and underdog and chant relentlessly in their favour, but I guess that is just one of the hazzards of hitting the big time, if you are a compettitive curler. When the crowds stomp the Queen drum beat intro... 1-2 THREE 1-2 THREE weWill weWill Yikes, the stands totally shake. I am thinking of packing a rope and if the temporary stands start to buckle, I'll climb up to the media bench behind me and dangle myself from the I-beam rafters above, and wait for rescue there. Someone said they saw engineers double checking the bolts yesterday. I don't think they factored in the thunderous foot stomping. I kinda wish they'd just stick to the wave. wwwhhooOOAAAaaaa.
Another gold in speed skating. Bernard still looks calm. I hope Martin doesn't start to believe he is unbeatable or again, he will become his own worst enemy. Tonight against France, they substituted their fifth for Ben Heibert, and still that win came easily.