Bags of Bran

Things I Do for Friends
March 7, 2010, 5:31 am
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Last night I didn’t sleep well for whatever reason. Today, I helped a veteran homeowner move (lots of furniture), did an hour recovery-ish ride, ate at Buffalo Wild Wings :/ and went bowling.


I hate bowling.

I hate bowling not for the normal and valid reasons commonly cited such as: wearing community shoes, the ubiquitous drunken man-children and bar-hags who frequent bowling alleys, the smell of beer and B.O., or low-quality cover bands slaughtering music best left unslaughtered.

No, it’s more basic than that: I hate bowling because I stink at it.

My bowling skills and Rehoboam’s people skills. I can’t make the blighted ball go straight, and I get frustrated and try harder, which makes it worse. To top it off, people with idiosyncratic releases (such as overhand, big arc to WHAM, two-hands ‘tween-the-knees, and Harlem Globetrotter behind-the-back) still beat me. No matter how I try to correct for my slice, or the rotation of the earth, or the blast from angels’ wing beats, or whatever it is that lures my ball away from its intended target, the outcome is about the same. Last place.

My pride, oh the bliss of that glorious thought!


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