What A Day For A Bonspiel

This past weekend I participated in the 24th Annual Forest River (North Dakota) Bonspiel. Good times. A Bonspiel is a curing tournament, in which this particular one had 48 teams from all over the region. There were teams from Cana-duh, Minnesota, and of course North Dakota. There was a camper in the parking lot with California license plates who made the drive all the way from the west coast. Guess it’s hard to find a bonspiel there, which doesn’t surprise me. Libtards don’t like curling anyway. That reminds me, I should probably explain the sport of curling to our occasional libtard passerby; Curling is part sport, part party and a cross between shuffleboard, bowling, and New Year’s Eve. It is self regulated, meaning there are no referees or judges. It requires honesty, integrity, and good sportsmanship. Huh, no wonder libtards don’t care for the sport…and I have to tell you, there wasn’t a single libtard within 50 miles of Forest River that weekend I can tell you. As a matter of fact, there never is. It’s a nice place to be.

Bonspiels demand that everyone has a good time. It is impossible not to. With lite hearts, high spirits, and loads of beer, it’s something you don’t ever want to end. The only way I can describe the joy one feels during the tournament, is to picture yourself standing at the pearly gates of the Pabst Blue Ribbon factory, and watching those gates slowly open…just for you.

There were a lot of teams who have been participating in this tournament for years, but also a few new ones, most notably Team Trump Train. The 2015-16 Champions were there, Team Sip and Slip. Minot Muskrats, Winnipeg Curling Club Centre, and The Legion of Broom were some of the teams competing. There was even a team called the Drunk Fucks. Not sure where they hailed from. But, the darlings of the whole bonspiel were the Sweeping Beauties, who were an all female team. They stole the hearts and minds of all competitors and eventually made it to the final 4 before losing a heartbreaker to eventual champs, Team School of Hard Rocks.

Here are some pictures. I apologize if some appear to be a tad blurry and out of focus. I was drinking.

The thrill of victory…

The agony of defeat

Yours truly, concentrating on a critical shot.

A couple members of the Sweeping Beauties on the table and chair. These chicks knew how to party hardy on the prairie.

Possibly one of the largest humans I’ve ever seen in person. He had to be 6’12” if he was an inch. He was wearing a coyote skin, which some people claimed he killed and skinned it with his bare hands

Bonspiels put a smile on everyone’s face. It’s the kind of infectious that everyone wants to have spread around

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4 Responses to What A Day For A Bonspiel

  1. djm says:

    And here I thought N. Dakota had nothing going for it. Almost makes me want to visit…….not.

  2. Uke says:

    No comment on the PBR, but I must say you’ve really turned me around on the idea of curling, or “bonspiel” (a word I’d never heard of until just now). Actually sounds like a good time.

  3. R.D. Walker says:

    That’s pretty cool, Bman.

    The sport I grew up on that nobody ever heard of is rolle bolle. (pr: roll-ee bowl-ee) At the age of 12 I was stunned to learn that rolle bolle isn’t as big a deal in America as is baseball.

    This was filmed about 10 miles from my hometown.

    The scoring is about like horseshoes. The bolles are beveled so they turn when they slow down. It can be played on any surface even grass. My father has a few bolles engraved with his name I intend to inherit. It is a Belgian game so beer drinking is mandatory.