Poop Shute

Wandering into a dark alley late at night...

I went bowling last night for the first time in about two years. Some friends that I don't see much invited me, and it was $1 per game, so I couldn't resist.

I brought my ball.... Yes, that's right, I have my own ball. Once upon a time I bowled often. Once or twice a week for a while. Not in a league, just for fun. So anyway, during that time my parents got me a bowling ball for my birthday.

Seeing my ball come out brought snickers and jibes about me being a bowling dork, and jokes like "great, why did we invite him? I wanted to win a few." I laughed their reactions off and assured them that I haven't lifted it in so long, that I probably suck.

I then punctuated that sentence with a beautiful strike. Perfect combination of speed and spin, it broke at just the right moment and slipped right into the sweet spot.

I still got it.

As the game went on Sam was bowling VERY well also. In that one game he turkey'd twice. Going into the tenth frame I was the last bowler up. It looked like he had me. He had a 185 and the only way for me to win was to get all three balls in the tenth frame. Either a strike right off, or a spare and a good final ball at least.

Two strikes and I think my last ball was a nine.

I finished with a 190. Not my best game, but clearly not bad considering the length of my absence from the game.

Makes me wonder what else I can do well without practice. Maybe my chances of Olympic Gold in figure-skating aren't so crazy afterall. I'll show you nay-sayers! Sayers of nay, I'll show you all!