"show those pins whose boss," i gently whispered to the ball
wednesday night is bowling night. since i have no more HOC intramural action, i have decided to join an unoffical official bowling league. i have done this for a number of reasons besides just giving me something to write about. one, i have a storied tradition with bowling. two, to work out my huge guns. three, the great comradely.
it all started back in fourth grade or so. when my friend jacob was showing off all his bowling trophies. he told me that if i joined bowling club, that you get trophies no matter what. the mounted-shiny-gold-painted bowling figures had me sold. i signed up, got a sweet shirt and started my career. i earned a lot of patches to put on my shirt, 120 game patch, 180 game patch, 350 series patch, i beat my coach patch. the patches held me over, much like a nicotine patch, but what i was really craving were the trophies. those always came at the end of the season. over the course of say 3 or 4 years of bowling club i probably collected 15-20 trophies. which i still proudly display. time went on, and bowling and i slowly parted ways. but i saved a special place in my heart for the game.
next to nascar and poker, bowling is probably the most active sport seen on ESPN. so i do it to stay fit. you think all the chub on the stomachs of professional bowlers is fat? no way, that is pure muscle. and maybe it only makes my right arm stronger, but then i can just say things like 'i can beat you up with one arm tied behind my back.' when people say stuff like that, i don't really know what they tie their arm to, because you can't tie it to your other arm. my form is a little wild. my arm whips around fransico liriano style. hopefully i won't need the tommy johns surgery.
finally, there is perhaps no better way to hang out than an old fashioned game of bowling. i mean, you sit around a lot so there is time to talk. you try and mess people up. you develop nice little strike and spare high fives. you get kind of competative. you get to wear cool shoes. and it is all for this ridiculous game where you hurl a sphere down the lane at some pins.
thank you fred flinstone for inventing the game.