A coworker suggested that as long as I was recording the Olympics with Tivo, I ought to watch some curling. It was, he asserted, more interesting than it first seems and he was quite enthusiastic about it. The machine dutifully recorded several hours.
Having watched everything else, I finally got around to curling. The suggestion must have been a joke. It’s bocci on ice. It’s a seventy-five minute game where almost nothing happens. Even cuing through at high speed it’s slow paced. It has all the excitement and physicality of ice fishing but without the getting drunk and chance of falling in.