Tuesday, July 28, 2009....
Last week, I was watching Hell's Kitchen and the grand prize is to be the chef at some fancy resort (name escapes me) in Canada where the 2010 Winter Olympics will be held.
During the last Winter Olympics, Curling was introduced into the mix of events and this is all I heard from my sister -- "I can win a medal, how hard is Curling?"
Everyday, several times a day, the conversation would revert back to her being a gold medalist. Here's the rub, she's never played and she has already won the medal in her mind.
I can only imagine the coverage Curling will get as the 2010 Winter Olympics will be held in Canada. For me, this means I will be hearing SEVERAL thousand times how she could do this, how she'd win, blah, blah, blah...
After the last Winter Olympics, it was agreed upon that the only way she'd could go on-and-on about her imaginary Olympic win is to play it. Otherwise, not one peep.
Recently, she met a woman in one of her golf leagues (yeah, you can do that if single with no kids - wait, I have no kids, but don't have the patience) who is on a Curling team in NJ. It starts up in October which is right after golf season and before ski season. I could be screwed.
She could actually go to the rink, sweep it and then have free rein to call and torture me for 17 days. I envision conversations about her winning the medals, what outfits she'd wear and wondering if her hair would hold up in the rink.
However, these conversations are all secondary to the constant statement I'll hear for 17 days straight "Ya know LMB, I could do this. I could be in the Olympics and win a medal".
Damn You Canadians!