Bowl me Over

I'm not normally one for bowling or any other quazi-sport that's been glorified as a PWT activity by Hollywood.

Bowling is a strange beast of a game. It's neither easy nor difficult, uplifting nor depressing. It's somewhere in between fun to play and a pain in the ass. It's the type of game that requires a seasoned masochist to play more than once every few years.

Needless to say, I found myself at the AMF 300 lanes off of Powell rolling 12lb balls down the waxed floor with my co-workers last night. Every other frame was an personal embarrassment. If it didn't hit the gutter, I threw the damn ball high enough that it made a thud when it hit the lane. Can I get in trouble for that?

I'll be back. I'm determined to put a hole in that damn floor. That'll show 'em.

Masochistically,
Gregsta'