Bowling for a Turkey
This past weekend, my brother and sister-in-law came up to hang out with my wife and me. Besides grubbing at P.F. Chang's and Rocky's, we happened to go bowling (which I hadn't done in a long time). I grew up bowling with my dad and brother, so it was quite nostalgic to strap on those rental shoes, grease up my hands, and pretend like I know what I am doing (I sometimes watch bowling on Sunday afternoons on ESPN, but it's not that exciting). Anyway, I had an opportunity to get a Turkey on my second game, and my brother happened to catch me in the act:
5 Comments:
white men can jump!
7/24/2006 03:03:00 PM
Er, make that Middle-Eastern man can jump. Trust me, we're used to it.
7/24/2006 03:19:00 PM
Nick,
Thanks for the comments man. I, too, took bowling for my PE class in college. Those were the days man. I also remember going to a youth lock-in with a couple of guys. That night less than 50 kids from the association showed up, meaning that I and the guys with me each got their own lane to bowl all night long. And bowl we did. I kept the score card which tallied all 34 games we played. Yes, I did say 34 games. I couldn't walk for the next three days. I think I had a bonding moment that night with the lanes.
I can't quite bowl 200, but I did happen to break 100 so I guess you could call me "average."
7/24/2006 07:50:00 PM
You're on. Drop me an email sometime or I'll drop by your belt and we can figure something out. My wife likes bowling too so we could do the double date thing!
7/25/2006 05:49:00 AM
Alright, Stephen. I will let my wife know. But rule number one is that you cannot use the 8 lb. ball, okay?
7/25/2006 07:20:00 PM
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