I wouldn't miss the Winter Olympics.
If only we could get a few of those commentators to shuddup...
8 miles to the east is a curling club. They hosted the 2000 or maybe was it the '96 Olympic team for their practice. I still remember being 6 or 8 years old and seeing curling for the first time thinking "what in the ----* are they doing? Is somebody stopping by that they want want to clean the ice up before they got here?"
(*I started swearing at 4 months old.)
8 miles to my west is a 65 meter ski jump. Three or 4 ski areas are within a half hour's drive. I suppose if you live in the cold, & don't find things to do in Winter, the cabin fever can drive you koo koo.
After a few too many beers, whiskeys and funny cigarettes, my old friend John went off the nearby 65 meter ski jump one night with downhill skis on. He did real good all things considered, except for the landing part... Sure was fun to watch though. We almost p---ed ourselves laughing. John also didn't much like the new traffic light in town. Claimed it slowed his progress for his morning commute. He tried to adjust it more to his liking with his Dad's shotgun.
That John... wind him up, and watch him go, but stand back - waaaaay back.
