No, dear. Not curling my tonsure.

Because we live close to the Canadian border and because the TV cable companies are hard-pressed to fill all of the channels which technology makes available, we are blessed with a couple of Canadian TV stations which can be seen in our home. The Canadians have this bizzare game in which otherwise-sensible people slide a fat rock down a lane of ice while other otherwise-sensible people sweep the ice ahead of it with brooms for no apparent reason. There is a target like a dart board at the end of the lane and it matters whose rocks end up where. The commentators won't say what the rules are, either because (a) the whole of their intended audience already knows them and would feel spoken down to, if they were rehearsed, or (b) there are no rules, but nobody is willing to admit that they have no idea why they are sliding rocks on ice nor what the scores may mean.

Oh, and they call THAT curling .. for no reason which I can discern, either.