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First attempt at curling!

Janine White

February 1, 2021

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I thought I would relate the story of the first time I tried curling.

I was living in Goose Bay, NL at the time, and it happened entirely by chance. When I realized the year was 1996, I decided to set my story to the tune of the Stan Rogers song, “Barrett’s Privateers.” I hope you like it, and that I make it to the voting round!

The Last of Curling’s Super-Spares!
By Janine White
(with apologies to Stan Rogers)

Oh the year was 1996.
How I wish I was at the Brier now!
When one of the girls said, “Come with me.
We need a spare. Do you think you can sweep?”

My God, it hurt!
I was told we’d slide around and throw some rocks
And not fall down, drink some beers!
I was a broken girl on a Goose Bay tear,
The last of curling’s super-spares.

They gave me a half-slider for my shoe.
How I wish I was at the Brier now!
I stepped in the hack and off I went,
Right down on me back, looking up at the vent.

My God, it hurt!
I was told we’d slide around and throw some rocks
And not fall down, drink some beers!
I was a broken girl on a Goose Bay tear,
The last of curling’s super-spares.

I had to throw my two lead rocks.
How I wish I was at the Brier now!
The first one stopped, she must have caught;
The second one landed in the parking lot.

My God, it hurt!
I was told we’d slide around and throw some rocks
And not fall down, drink some beers!
I was a broken girl on a Goose Bay tear,
The last of curling’s super-spares.

And then they said I had to sweep.
How I wish I was at the Brier now!
Slide with your left and push with your right
And brush that stone with all your might!

My God, it hurt!
I was told we’d slide around and throw some rocks
And not fall down, drink some beers!
I was a broken girl on a Goose Bay tear,
The last of curling’s super-spares.

Those rocks, they sure move pretty fast.
How I wish I was at the Brier now!
Our ship, she fired a takeout rock.
It flew past me, couldn’t take no stock.

My God, it hurt!
I was told we’d slide around and throw some rocks
And not fall down, drink some beers!
I was a broken girl on a Goose Bay tear,
The last of curling’s super-spares.

‘Twas a grand eight ends, I thought to meself.
How I wish I was at the Brier now!
The beer was cold and the friendship warm;
A brand new hobby had just been born.

My God, it hurt!
I was told we’d slide around and throw some rocks
And not fall down, drink some beers!
I was a broken girl on a Goose Bay tear,
The last of curling’s super-spares.

The next day came and I couldn’t budge.
How I wish I was at the Brier now!
I had such pain getting out of bed,
Me legs, me arms, me back, me head!

My God, it hurt!
I was told we’d slide around and throw some rocks
And not fall down, drink some beers!
I was a broken girl on a Goose Bay tear,
The last of curling’s super-spares.

Now here I am, it’s 2021.
How I wish I was at the Brier now!
I played for years with me old brush broom,
And now I watch from my living room.

My God, it hurt!
I was told we’d slide around and throw some rocks
And not fall down, drink some beers!
I was a broken girl on a Goose Bay tear,
The last of curling’s super-spares.