Sad to hear about all of the history going up in flames at the venerable Thistle Curling Club over the weekend. It sickens me that some troubled person thinks torching a public building will bring them power and glory.
It was a unique place to play, and, although I'd always struggled with the ice conditions there, I enjoyed the vibe that the building had.
I feel sorriest for the neighbourhood kids who have lost a place to grow with the game... and the life members who valued the club as more than a place to throw rocks.
Anytime we lose a club - to fire, indifference or lack of funding - it's a knee to the groin of our game.
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