BY DIANA SAVERIN

Curling seemed to be the craze of the Olympics. Even the Wall Street crowd tuned in to witness the heroes of the season. Most assume the sport is reserved for an obscure sector of the population, but I happen to know it a little closer to home.

My great-aunt Liz was Scottish, but lived in upstate New York after she graduated from Hamilton College, and she loved to curl. In addition to her curling enthusiasm, she had a man after her heart, but she wouldn’t dare leave her curling abode. To win her over, her to-be husband created a curling club for her in Connecticut. The curling clubs have hoards of pins, and the members celebrate the gatherings by dressing in traditional Scottish garb, skirts and all. How could she resist? Aunt Liz married him, and they went on to live a joyful life full of curling.

As I watch with wonder and a lack of understanding of the sport curling, along with many other disillusioned fans, I picture my Aunt Liz in her Scottish outfit with her curly white hair under a hat and a smile on her face as she did what she loved best.

Diana Saverin is a freshman at Yale University and a Junior Editorial Associate for Global21.