Awe Ken,
I've lived in Alabama most of my life, and I learned about curling very young. They'd do it down nair at the beauty shop every Sadidy morning. All 'em wimmin git t'gether and see who done the best curlin'. It's definitely competition, but I don't think I'd call it a sport!!!
Seriously, When I was a kid, and The Wide World of Sports would come on - curling would glue me to the TV until another winter sport would come on. When we'd get one of our rare snows, I'd go get this round, smooth stone from the basement and push it, then run ahead of it with a broom. Sweeping like crazy until the stone stopped or I'd slip and bust my hind end. I had no way to score, but I was still a curling fool. I think that stone was an extra from someone's gravesite. I remember it being gray, flat & shiny on top, with rounded off edges. The other side was rough with sharp edges, so I slid it with the shiny side down. Oh well, a poor boy's got poor ways.
Ride Safe & Don't Slip,
Dennis
