We went curling for a morale event at work yesterday. It was an interesting experience. Like all of the really old sports, it has a lot of specialized terms which sound like words you know but mean something else. It also has some really elaborate rules and strategies. As Sean said, "it wasn't developed while sober, none of the Scottish sports were." Sean competes in things like the caber toss, so he's allowed to make remarks like that.
"Throwing" the stone (sliding it across the ice toward the other end) looks relatively simple but is not. One foot has traction; the other foot is on a teflon sole so you can slide on it. In one hand you have the handle of the stone, in the other you have a sort of brace which slides along with you. The theory is that you push off with one leg and glide forward balanced on the teflon-soled foot, then let go of the stone. I completely fail at that. If standing still, without teflon, I can more or less balance like that; with teflon on ice, that foot might as well not even be there, because it just shoots right out from under me. My only support is the stone and the brace, and when I let go of the stone I fall over and smash my left knee. It was rather embarrassing because I was the only one in the group who couldn't do it.
Morale events, when they're not something like a movie, are generally things which even a klutz like me can do OK at. I'm not much good, but I'm not spectacularly bad either, and I can have a good time. This gave me flashbacks to sports in grade school, when I had to go out and fail in front of everyone every day. Since we're all grownups now, nobody said anything, and they probably didn't even care -- the team I was on won our game pretty commandingly, in fact -- but still... Oh well.