Every curler's lament, set to the blues. You meant to draw a guard. You did not draw a guard. One of these ends, you'll find that perfect touch — until then, here's a song.
Lyrics
Getting it started, good curling, shaking hands
Tryin′ to draw a guard it ain't goin′ as planned
A smooth release, but it slides way too far
Right through the rings, it's a hack-weight guard
Oh, it's too heavy, can′t seem to lighten up
Our strategy′s gone, no way to control the front
Try to throw it slow, but yeah, we're missin′ hard
Endin' up with nothin′ but a hack-weight guard
Take a deep breath, sweepers in place
Pray for finesse, an easy, leisurely pace
Gotta get one up high, need a change in luck
But it's got too much weight, in the end we′re stuck
Oh, it's too heavy, can't seem to slow it down
Every time we try, it never sticks around
Gotta throw it soft, but you know we′re missin′ hard
Just can't do nothin′ with a hack-weight guard
One of these ends, we'll find that perfect touch
A nice little stone that don′t glide too much
But till that time comes, we'll be throwin′ too damn hard
Under the curse of that hack-weight guard
We'd given up hope, but the end it came at last
Slide so light and gentle, the rock didn't go too fast
Sweepers were amazed, walking slowly along
They hit the ice too late, it didn′t reach the hog, ohh
That wasn′t great, a stone, stone we'll have to discard
Still anything′s better than a hack-weight guard
