FUNNY ICE AND MASSIVE ERROR OF JUDGEMENT
The first three ends were nip and tuck, trying to understand the ice which Deemo thought very funny, with stones tending to hang out on both wings.
The fourth game (I think) with me yellow and Deemo blue, was strange. Yellow was lying with four stones, symmetrically placed in the white either side of the centre line, two to the front, two to the back with loads of space. No blues to be seen. Deemo had last stone, looking for a draw, or in off, standard shot. Stone hung out, missed all stones and sailed out. Funny ice!
Next end another one added to team C.
Sixth end was one where stones were piling up one in front of the other. Great stones from Rob and Deemo gave two blues more or less on the button with one resting against the crowd of yellow and the other on the button with a small gap between. My perfect shot would be to hit the side of the blue and push away and deflect into the other counting blue to lie. Delivered the perfect stone, quelle surprise! A lot of thought from Deemo but in the event stone was light and drew away from planned line. My third called effectively for a burnt last stone, not sure why, but I was too bowled over by my last shot to not give it proper thought.
Four stones up going into last end, surely we couldn’t lose this game.
Last end saw a great blue stone from Richard lying in the centre and well protected. We tried unsuccessfully to shift it, but we had yellows lying at the back resting against blues, another at the front counting second. With four stones to go, my first yellow missed the blue but was lying second. Deemo took this out and my last stone also failed and was out of contention. Sliding up to watch the final stone from Deemo I was horrified to see that the yellows resting against the blues had evaporated and were nowhere to be seen. Our only other yellow was in a sea of blues, open and unprotected. We should have protected this and not flogged a dead horse. It goes to show I should have gone up and examined the position before deciding what to do. Deemo’s last stone did not hang out this time and our yellow was pushed to the back.
Final count from Billy, four; Rob said five, Billy agreed. I jumped in and suggested a measure. Five meant a win for Deemo, four a draw. Thankfully Rob did not clear the stones immediately; measure agreed and yellow comfortably counting fifth stone.
Another peel as in our previous game and total frustration at losing what should have been a win.
Ken.
Holyrood Curling Club 