Most people, when engaging in the noble sport of curling, wear a sweatshirt or a windbreaker, for warding off the chill of the ice. This is well and good.
But it’s really, really important, that underneath, one wear a T-shirt or polo shirt or undershirt, or something, that tucks into one’s pants.
The gentleman who played opposite me today failed to do this. Every time he crouched down in the hack, I saw parts of his anatomy that I really, really didn’t want to see. Such as, two cheeks and several inches of crack.
Cover up, fellow Dopers. Your crack should be seen by you, your God, your SO, your proctologist, and no one else. That’s all.
I dunno that it should be a memo to the entire world, seeing that it is only you crazy Canadians who take curling seriously.
All the same, I hear ya’. It’s called ‘Plumbers Crack’ down here in Aus, named for the propensity for hairy, big-arsed plumbers to be found bending over yer’ dunny or yer’ sewerage outlet, plunger in hand, and their jeans heading southward toward the Antarctic.
This pitting didn’t even make it over the hog line. Instead of watching your opponent’s butt crack, you should have been paying attention to the opposing team’s skip, and looking at the shot to get a good read on the ice.
What, did you win and have to buy the curling plumber a beer at broomstacking?
/curls in Ohio, on a three-sheeter a few blocks from my house
Wait. . . you’re Americans, curling? Crazy. I didn’t know we Yanks did that. I remember the most Canadian moment I ran into on TV soon after moving here to Vancouver being women’s curling on TV, sponsored by Tim Hortons. It’s delightful. I’m starting to get it.
I have to say I sympathise with this rant. I was playing pool at the local pub the other night when a rather… large-boned woman came in wearing a pair of jeans that were several sizes too small, and she started playing at the next table. When she bent over, she revealed large portions of a posterior that could have been used, for example, to dam the Grand Canyon. It was a sight I would rather have not seen, and while I felt ashamed of myself for feeling a little put off, I don’t go around revealing my butt to the world, and there are some that really should not be seen.
Forget curlers; let’s widen this rant to include all new mothers. You are not as young as you think you are, and I am tiiiiiired of seeing your butt crack when you bend over your tot in your Old Navy/Gap Ultra Low Rise jeans. I’m not saying you need to wear Mom Jeans, but I would suggest at least a longer shirt.
Thank you for my first laugh-out-loud moment of the day. Not only a hilarious image, but elegantly phrased (that insertion of “for example” was just perfect).
On the other side of things, once in the high-school cafeteria I saw this girl with her pants so far down that fully a third, maybe more of her butt crack was showing. I was flabbergasted, but the thing is she was sitting at the table where the handicapped people usually sit. I figured it was some handicapped girl who didn’t know what was going on. She turned around, and it was a normal, cute girl! It was too late though; I didn’t appreciate it because I thought she was retarded, and that would just be wrong.
No kidding. There’s curling in Illinois of all places?! This I gotta see. (I actually do enjoy watching curling on TV, when I find it). Please, Freddy, tell me, where is there curling in my fair state? I would love to try it one day.
