Men with Brooms Monologue
|Men with Brooms by Paul Gross|
|Age (range):||18 - 55|
Cutter: It's not just a rock. It's forty-two pounds of polished granite, with a beveled underbelly and a handle a human being can hold. Okay, so in and of itself it looks like it has no practical purpose. But it's a... a repository. Of possibility. And when it's handled just right, it exacts a kind of poetry. As close to poetry as I ever want to get. The way it moves. The way it can be moved, for ten years I've -- well, I've been around. I've drilled for oil on five continents. I've been in 93 countries and not once have I ever done anything that equals the grace of a well-thrown rock as it slides down a sheet. Seen the sort of effort that a rink puts into guiding that stone. Not one, in everything I've done, have I ever felt the same wonder and humanity as when I'm playing the game of curling.