So...Thursday night curling started
LAST Thursday, and I spent the last few days feeling sorry for myself and licking my wounds. It didn't go very well for us. We lost 6-3. As my husband put it shortly afterwards, we did play scrappy for the few points we got. But really we didn't capitalize on some good opportunities or on their mistakes. I didn't post anything before the game because I was a little nervous and I didn't want to get myself worked up. I didn't expect us to roll over them, but I also wasn't expecting it to be so rough either. Maybe I should have posted something beforehand, to get whatever I was carrying with me out of my system. The Husband and my Skip said I played all right - but I don't think so. I could have been better. People are quick to chalk it up to summer rust, but I don't know. The others teams Skip played pretty well. He had some wicked curl and seemed to have consistent weight. Where was his rust?
So, this was a first for me. First time back after a long break. I just need to learn from it and move on, right? We'll see. As you can probably tell, I don't handle losing very well. I'm starting to figure out why I tended to shy away from serious competition when I was growing up. What are some of the cliches about learning more from a loss than from a win?
I do know that I need to just relax and have more fun. This week we are playing a team of pretty new players. They were on the sheet next to us last Thursday, and it appeared like they were having a blast. So maybe this Thursday will be a good time. I just have to let it all go and try and have fun. And not use so many swear words directed at myself - hence the title of this post. I'm trying it out for a while. It's fun to say, actually.
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