obsession rehashed

I love the winter. The weather is... not necessarily cold in Southern California, just less blatantly hot. We've been getting a lot of rain this season, which is both a nice change and a huge pain in the ass.

I did get my car's sun roof fixed today, which is a huge weight off my shoulder. Finding an inch of water on my back seat's floorboards was NOT a pleasant experience, but it didn't beat getting dripped on the face while driving. I thought I circumvented the problem by leaving the roof slid back and the glass closed so it could drain properly and not soak the headliner (which is why it dripped), but soon figured out the water just sat in the track and didn't drain. How did I figure that out? The wall of water that hit me when I accelerated was a clue. But the good news is it's fixed and I (hopefully) don't have to worry about that any more.

More importantly, I love the winter because of what happens this time of year. Kings hockey is what I liiiiive for, and this season is no exception. My boys are third in the Pacific Division and fifth in the NHL. FIFTH. They finished 25th last season. They're set to make their first post season run in about nine years. I've been a fan of this team since I was very small, and I have never been more excited for a season to finish. I can't wait to see the Kings in the post season -- knock on wood that they still make it, of course!

But NHL hockey is on a break right now for the Winter Olympics. Of course I'm excited to watch some gnarly Olympic hockey action, but to be quite honest, my hearts sings for a different sport. CURLING. That's right, curling. It's such an intense sport, requiring spot-on geometric calculations and perfect throwing force. Also watching curlers scrub the ice so freaking fast, and how they slide around on those Teflon-soled shoes... it's such a neat and unique experience to watch. Also doesn't hurt that one of the Canadian men curlers is a RIPPED blue-eyed fireman.