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 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.... Not once, in everything I've done, have I ever felt the same wonder and humanity as when I'm playing the game of curling. Men with Brooms
If curling were easy, they'd call it hockey. Author Unknown