I might be on my own, but I'm in heaven. I'm at the Brier in Hamilton, about to watch one of the best games (on paper) in the week. Glenn Howard vs Jeff Stoughton. You can watch it here.
Last night, Autumn didn't really cooperate with Dad's plans to spend the entire day at the Brier, Canada's Curling Championship. She was up and down like the stock market last week, finally settling to sleep at 3:00 snuggled to dad.
We're not big fans of bringing her into bed, but after an hour of trying to get her back to sleep, we were at our wit's end, and a little tipsy to boot.
Yesterday, I did run into Johnny Mac, an old teammate from my playing days. I got a shot of him even.
John told us the news that he was going to be a dad. It's awesome. Even when she's crying at 2:00AM, and you want to be at the Brier for the next day.
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They don't play the end game. They sort of shun the non-writers in the press box. buggers.
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