Lovely ladies, ice, and big, round rocks with handles. While Pence and Kim Yo Jong do the diplomatic tango, you check out the wild, laser-intense, no-I-don’t-understand-but-who-care’s-what-the-game’s-about-it’s-addictive world of women’s curling! Makes waiting every four years worth it.
Rachel Homan, Team Canada. The best thing since Cheryl Bernard?
And, yes, this is one time, one sport (that I really do not understand), when I pull against the USA. It’s the Canadian Ladies or no one (because Cheryl Bernard). Well, Sweden maybe. Or the US. Japan…
I’ve heard that men curl too. #MenCurlToo! Who cares?
Anyway, give it a shot. Toss. Slide.
Sweep! Sweep! Sweep!
PERRIN LOVETT 
For the unenlightened, women’s curling involves beautiful women sliding large, polished stones down a bowling lane on a hockey rink. Some do something with some Swiffers or wet (dry?) ice mops. Is it a mop? Could be some sort of broom. The object is to hit as many other stones in a circle at the far end as possible. Or, maybe it’s to avoid hitting them. Could have to do with the center of the circle. I do know there’s a circle. And stones. And all the women are more intense than Brady and hot as Gisele.