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John Timothy Kelly Stearne

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Wednesday, May 18, 2016

More Curling Stories

Neil Houston sent me a couple of great stories from the olden days.

At the closing banquet for the 1980 Brier, Kelly was able to get all 1,500 attendee’s
to join a conga line he decided to lead singing his hit song, “Singing in the
Rain.”

Paul, Neil, Glen and Kelly won the 1977 Vernon Carspiel, where every team member earned a brand new Datsun. The problem was Kelly was too young to have a driver’s license so Dave had to fly out from Calgary to drive Kelly’s car home ... through a blizzard.

Neil delivered a stone, poorly. Paul yelled for the sweepers to go. Neil yelled for the 
sweepers to go. Glen says to Kelly, “We gotta go”. Kelly stands up and says, “Well, I 
guess that makes it unanimous.”

Kelly, Glen and Neil go to a tournament in Regina. On the first day, they win two and 
then lose the third game. Then, they are invited to a birthday party. They return to 
the hotel a tad late. They are scheduled to play at noon. Neil wakes up, looks at the 
clock and asks if the clock says 11:56. Kelly wakes up and says no. Neil relaxes. 
Then, Kelly continues, “It says 11:57.”






Carol Davis remembers another curling story ... we sort of:



My most "fun" memory of Kelly was at a bonspiel in Kelowna.  Our team had been knocked out.  His team had been knocked out.  A large-ish party broke out in several adjoining rooms of the hotel.  I am a quiet, kinda shy person, and it never occurred to me that I would be thrown out of a hotel. 


It all started with Kelly showing up with the biggest slingshot ever made.  It could have launched a cannonball and taken down a buffalo.  As it was, we had no cannonballs, but water balloons were launched from the balcony, and travelled a few city blocks.  Somehow suspicion turned to us, as people were hit left, right and centre on the streets below. 


In true Kelly fashion, he took all the blame (well-deserved I might add!) and insisted I had nothing to do with it all.  I merely proved to be a coachable student, fascinated at the physics of it all.  I was solemnly escorted back to my room by security but was not thrown out.  I cannot attest to what happened to Kelly that night.  😂



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