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Curling: Sling the Rock, Jock
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LIFE
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10 / 1989 |
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Spike Bandy
Spike Bandy produces, directs, and writes films and covers
sporting events for Reuters, USA Today, and Associated Press
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To a spectator standing in the back of the arena, under the stands, a curling game sounds like a gladiator's contest.
The swish, swish noise may sound like whips being vigorously applied to victims but, in fact, is made by brooms sweeping rhythmically along the ice.
The banging, crashing, and thumping of curling stones striking each other or the wood barriers at the ice sheet boundaries could be mistaken for fists and sticks being used after the whips.
Commands are barked by team "skips" in ten different languages. The yelps of delight or groans of disappointment as points are made or missed sound like the cries of torturers and victims.
Then there's the crowd. The several thousand spectators, representing eighteen nations, ooh, ahh, and groan in response to their favorite team's performance, sounding like a crowd at the Colosseum in ancient Rome.
Such were the impressions left by the 1989 Men's and Ladies' World Curling Championships (WCC), hosted by the MECCA arena in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. A total of twenty teams and eighty competitors assembled last April for eight days of serious curling. Canada, Denmark, France, West Germany, Norway, Scotland, Sweden, Switzerland, and the United States had men's and ladies' teams in attendance, while Italy's men's team and Finland's ladies' team also qualified.
Curling may look a little strange to the first-timer,
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