Curling is a mezmerizing game. You think, "This is nuts, how can curling be an Olympic sport?"

A half hour later you haven't answered the question, but your eyes are still glued to the television where grown men or women are discussing where the next big stone should go.

There is no better environment for an overweight bozo with a rubber chicken flopping over his genitals to interrupt the exciting progress of the "end." Yes, a streaker.

I'm sorry I missed it. Well, sorta. I'm thinking that the Italians were worried about the games being disrupted by some huge, international organization with a bone to pick; maybe the bone is globalization, disease, fur coats (lots of 'em in Torino) or some such. But no, it's a nekid guy with a tattoo who's tackled by the ref.

Curling has indeed come of age.

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