There are some entertainments that we simply can't fit into our lives anymore; the obvious being mountain climbing and plastic surgery (yes, we used to live daring, wrinkle-free lives). Some less obvious: toilet-papering people's houses (we know the cost of wasted TP these days) and bowling. The last time I bowled was 3 years ago. Before that, there was 7-10 year dry spell. Even then, I was hardly a John Handegard (all-time leader of PBA senior titles, for those of you who didn't know), barely averaging 80 on a good day.
Imagine my surprise when I reentered the game today with two strikes and two spares on my first four frames. I literally was wiping the floor with everyone else.
I've got to say, I'm feeling pretty puffed up right now. I'll let you admire my scores below.
Don't let the fact that I was bowling at a 7-year-old's birthday party deflate my victory. I may also mention that the "team members" I was abusing were mostly 6-year-olds. And there were bumpers. My first two strikes were legitimate - no bumpers necessary. Take that, bowling-impaired 6-year-olds!
Also, completely off topic...
"Anybody who buys this much salad dressing and Mexican beer is all right with me..." says the man standing behind me in the grocery store at 9:45 pm Friday night. Did he really say this? No. Did he think it loudly enough for me to hear him? Yes.
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