Happy In Bag

Monday, November 14, 2005

Three Strikes and You're In

I was a ten-year-old bowling prodigy. As the owner of a customized ball, shoes, and 175 average, I was a factor in league play. But after my family moved to a nicer neighborhood, I was told to forget about the game.

Saturday night was the first time I’d bowled in a couple years. Man, it’s still fun. Everything but the beer and cigarettes has changed. What’s up with the colored balls? And I wish I could disable the flashy animation on the newfangled scoring screens.

My old stroke started to return after a few frames. I’d be more enthused about taking bowling up again if I could be reassured that I wouldn’t have to throw a purple ball.


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