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For all the time I spend giving my patronage to local drinking establishments, most of my nights are spent at home, on the couch, wrapped in the blanket I gave my boyfriend for Christmas. My New Year's resolution is to read more and slowly wean myself off of my heavy daily dose of television. I've done fairly well plowing through "In Cold Blood" (I must finish before seeing Capote) and Lisa Crystal Carver's latest memoir, "Drugs Are Nice" (I only have about 50 pages to go, Lisa. I swear I'll get to reviewing it one of these days). This resolution came about after I spent 10 minutes telling my boyfriend about the latest season of Celebrity Fit Club. What was most depressing was realizing it was the most engaging topic I could think of at the time.

As much as these great reads have kept me away from television and improved my general conversation skills, there are still some shows I can't get enough of.

What is my latest TV vice?

Curling.

Yes that's right. That weird sport where people brush the ice in front of a handled, UFO-looking disk. The one that no one except people from Minnesota and Canada know how to play. Yup that's the one and I'm hooked. CNBC's Olympic curling coverage, every weeknight at 5 p.m., baby. I'm there.

Not that curling is an incredibly fascinating sport. I have to admit, I do like the ironic value of cheering for such an abstract sport. Curling’s biggest appeal for me is that it's just something to keep an eye on at the bar, or while playing cards, what have you. On a scale of sport excitement, I rank it right below baseball and one above Celebrity Poker Show Down.

I first started watching the American men's team (which is doing quite well) at the gym. I was immediately smitten with the "third" Shawn Rojeski. (Check out whole team here: http://www.nbcolympics.com/curling/5087854/detail.html) I looked up his profile on-line and I found incredibly bad photos of northern folks and mustaches.

I found myself accidentally watching curling again in the Stockpot the night the power went out. Somehow my boyfriend knew the rules, but neither of us could get a grip on the scoring. I tried looking up the rules on the NBC site, but it looks like I have to e-mail Curling commentator Fred Roggin for answers. Bogus.

I guess what drew me to this psuedo-sport is that it's one of the few Olympic games in which America is near the top of the pack in a very tight race. (Their in a three-way tie for second, leaving the medal round a do-or-die competition.) Bode is a disappointment, ice skating -- I believe it's decided before the skaters hit the rink and hockey is boring. Plus I could never, ever do any of those sports. Curling? Just give me a warm coat, a broom, some funny shoes and a flask and I'll see you on the pond.

Team USA plays Canada in the semifinals tonight in the race for the gold. Here's hoping it's over before Project Runway ...