Now that the Winter Olympics are here and people in America, briefly, care somewhat about curling again, I am suddenly reminded of the great good fortune we all had that the last Winter Olympics happened in a year when Jonathan Coulton was forcing himself to write a new song every week. And one week he wrote about curling, giving us what may remain for all time the greatest song about that particular sport.
(The video is of the “splash a literal picture of the lyrics” variety, and tries to be a little too cute, but it’s the music that matters.)
It’s even better now that the games are in Vancouver than it was when they were in Turin.