My First Purple Heart
If you ask my mom, she’ll tell you she taught me how to curl as soon as I could start walking. Curling was a fun thing to do with my family in my younger years - it wasn’t until I got a little bit older and started watching curling on TV that the Brier became a dream of mine. I remember watching guys like Shymko, Bitz, Korte, and Simmons represent Saskatchewan, and wanting to wear the green someday.
I attended my first Brier as a fan in 2009 in Calgary. I recall the atmosphere being very unique, as the fans were very passionate about their home provinces. Kirk was there too, and I remember having a conversation about how cool it would be to play in one of these someday. He got to his first one much sooner – I was left being a spectator for many years. Each time I would attend a Brier, the desire to play in one grew larger. I had some close calls at Tankard’s with different teams over the years, but could never break through. As tough as these losses were, they were each different experiences that I took forward to make me a better player.
This year, when the final rock of the Tankard stopped in the four-foot, the emotion I felt was unlike anything I have ever experienced in curling. Winning my first purple heart is something I’ve dreamed about for so long, so it’s no surprise I felt that way. I know there will be a whole new set of emotions playing in my first Brier, but I am going to embrace everything that comes with the experience. I can’t wait to get to Brandon with my teammates to represent Saskatchewan at the Brier!