Going on strike

Hello all you wholly rollers

Last night some friends from our Sunday School class went bowling. It was two other couples, one two year old, and us. Wendy and I have not been bowling in several years. I think it had at least been three years or more since we have been.

We all get to the alley about 7 pm and have to wait about fifteen minutes for an open lane. Then the guys behind the counter tell us it is our turn. We get our fashionable shoes and proceed to find the balls. I chose a twelve. I am not sure what that means. One of the guys in our group had coupons for 3 games and the shoes for $10.

They reserved two lanes for us. So it was 3 on 3 and the two year old would sub for her mom. I was amazed to see how well everyone did. The first game the score was a little low because we were trying to get our groove. The second game was the best for everyone and the third game was a little bit lower. The friends we were with are pretty good. I think they all made strikes, sometimes multiple times. One of the guys got a turkey, which is 3 strikes in a row.

I am proud of Wendy. She was the only female that did not use the bumpers. Even though she felt her score was low, I think she did well. When the two year bowled, there was this frame that you place the ball on and push. It would roll off nicely. I had never seen one before, but I don't get out much. The two year was more interested in watching the balls come out of the small luggage rack or whatever it is.

I am definitely out of bowling shape. I will be honest...it hurt. I could feel it in my legs and back. How did I do in the games? Uh...First game I scored 87. It tied for first. Second game I scored I think 142. That is the best I ever remember doing. The the third game a whopping 85. I would do well and then the ball would roll in the gutter. At least I broke once broke 100, which I want to at least get.

Bowling can be frustrating. You know if your form is off. Sometimes you feel the ball going into the gutter or just missing. Others times you are sure it is going to knock down some pins, but whoosh! At the last second throws you a curve. Plenty of times I was close, but not close enough. There were multiple times that a pin was waving at us and saying, "Here I am."

After the games we all celebrated with our victory cup. A concrete at Goodberrys. Ah, the taste of victory! It is sweet.