Original airdate: February 14, 2010
The premise: Homer and Marge’s marriage gets a new spark when they take up curling. They partner up with Skinner and Agnes, and eventually are invited to try out for the Winter Olympics upon curling’s admission into the games. Tensions arise when Agnes wants to urge Homer off the team, and later Marge sprains her shoulder to cover for him during a game. But then they bounce back and win the gold! Hoooraaaay… whoooo carrrees…
The reaction: Curling… my God. The scenes during the games attempting to play for drama are so hysterical, they must be intentional. Could this be any more dull? I guess this is another of their gimmicky, attempting-to-stay-relevant episodes as it aired during the Winter Olympics, and mixed curling was up for being included (results: it wasn’t). Homer and Marge try out curling, and of course they instantly become good at it, enough to get selected to try out in the motherfucking Olympics. So they go to Vancouver, Agnes wants to throw Homer off the team for some reason, more tensionsless scenes of curling, blah blah blah blah… and then they win, and everything’s great. So are they going to the actual winter games now? Yawn. Long gone are the days of the Simpsons being lovable failures, I guess. Watching underdogs in believable situations is a lot more entertaining than characters who succeed at the most gargantuan of tasks. Oh, and there’s also a B-story about Lisa being addicted to collectible pins and acting like a crackhead. What a pile of nothing this show is.
Three items of note:
– So I guess we’ve retconned Skinner again where we see he is Agnes’s biological son, in an absolutely disturbing image of unborn Seymour kicking her from inside, with a little foot jutting from her stomach in slow motion. Has any other character’s past been rewritten so much? And at the end we get Agnes acting wildly out of character. She tells her son she’s so, so proud of him, in a completely saccharine, irony-free moment of “emotion.” Where did this come from? And why? And did they literally make a reference to Shaq taunting Kobe Bryant with Agnes taunting Norway, “Tell me how my ice tastes?” I feel so unclean.
– Bob Costas gets a lot of lines here playing himself, but none of them are funny, or really form him into any kind of character. Remember when James Taylor, Stephen Jay Gould and Jasper Johns were inexplicably assholes? That certainly doesn’t happen anymore. Everything on this show must now be held with the softest of kid gloves.
– It feels like so little happens in these episodes because there’s so much goddamn padding… all the montages, the hallucination with the medicine lady, the Curlys bit (which felt soooo long, the writers must have been real proud of themselves for that one, “Curling… that sounds like Curly!”) and that end bit with the stupid upside down Homer muzzle thing. It was kind of like the random bit of Lisa skating to “Season of the Witch” at the end of “Rednecks and Broomsticks.” With so little story, they still came in short and had to pad twenty more seconds.
One good line/moment: Another sign gag at the ice rink (Thursday: Clockwise Night). It seems that sign gags are the only card the show has up its sleeve anymore. It seems like they’re the only things that work in these episodes.



