From: Mark Pioli Sent: November-11-16 14:45 Subject: The Hatefull 8 November 11 , 2016 – We Remember… November 10, 2016 6:35PM me on my couch watching NetFlix, fire place on low, emitting soft glow and perfect heat, cat by my side sleeping on blanket. My wife comes down with her hot cup of cocoa, DON’T you have to go to curling. If I didn’t know better she seemed to be pushing me out of the house. As usual she was somewhat happier than usual with my eminent departure. Driving to the Welland Curling club from Niagara Falls, as usual the road was laced with profanities. Cursing Bruce, Garth, Milink and all other retired curlers. Why me it should be them. Arriving at the rink it was the same, felt the same , trying to open the door to downstairs it was locked with that stupid combination thing. Waiting until someone opened the door. Everything felt the same. As our team started to congregate I met the newest sucker, I mean member of the team Dale. As luck would have it Bill was sparing for us. There is a certain quite calmness and confidence with Bill on the team. In the back of my mind, if I miss every shot we will still probably win. First end we have last rock he gave up one. Everything felt the same. Then it happened in the second end something felt different… the stars aligned, we were lying 7 with 2 shots left. The opposing skip tried to draw into the house and was short. There it was in front of us the hole in one, the perfect 300 in bowling the possible eight ender. Bill called Shannon down to have a look , they picked a lane . Shannon calmly threw the rock, ..then it happened the Mauro Nuccitelli back parking lot draw weight… …, oh no … maybe it will hit something maybe we will still get 8 When the dust settled we were lying 6. We could never recover. We won only one more end and scored a 2. The final score was somewhat a poetic fitting for us to remember the night forever 8-8. With no 8 enders. Mark