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February 18, 2014 12:00 AM

A curling stone and a broom is his last shot at the Olympics

I’m not tall or particularly strong. I have a normal aversion to great heights and extraneous speed on skis. My balance is ordinary, and I’ve worn glasses since middle school. Nobody is making a Disney movie about the plucky kid from suburban Connecticut. And yet, I have known since I was a boy that I could be in the Olympics. Because I have known that curling is waiting.

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