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A similar gust of New World optimism came from Jonny Moseley as
he spun 360[degrees] in the air with his trademark Heli-Mute
Grab Jump, flew through the rest of the men's moguls course and
then erupted into a gold medalist's gush ("I can't believe it.
Ohmygod. This is unbelievable"). He was another competitor, one
gathered, who would subscribe to the Street-wise logic: "One of
the things about Japan is that it is very far removed from
everyone's comfort zone. It's neutral territory for everyone."
Neutral, perhaps, but by no means dispassionate, as one saw,
even in distant Karuizawa, a chic summer resort that found
itself the host for curling competitions. Not far from the
Pension England House Windsor, the town held its very own
opening ceremonies, with its own parade of athletes, its own
concert of bagpipers and Japanese drums. As the competition got
under way, the Kazakoshi Park Arena--not unlike a high school
gym--was filled with Japanese primary schoolchildren, old ladies
blowing Piccolo Mini Cheer Horns and a crowd of Canadians
crying, "Come on, button boy. Stop, baby, stop." Here was one
place where an "in turn," as it happened, referred to "a rock
filled with clockwise rotation," as opposed to, not a special
prosecutor, but an "out turn." Nearby was a whole museum of
curling--well, a couple of display cases, containing a signed
brush, a 19th century crampit, a polishing machine and all 10
issues of the now defunct Japanese magazine Happy Curling.
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