We’re going bowling when I get off of work today. I have a
very regular bowling form. Although it may appear spasmic and like I don’t know
what I’m doing… there is actually a pattern behind my less impressive form.
And it goes like this…
I start of shaky (which is code for embarrassingly terrible) cause it’s normally been anywhere from 6 months to 3 years since last I bowled.
Then I get a hang of it, normally get a few spares, an occasional strike and people are like “Oh, you’re too awful after all…” all surprised.
Then my arm gets tired and it’s all downhill from there. I normally finish right where I started, in the gutter.
I still think it’s fun though. Sometimes. Or for that middle section where I actually get some points. But…I like to think that I’m not a competitive person, that only Dylan is, and that he sort of brings out this competitive demon in me…
I don’t know if that’s true. But I do know that I will be angry with him. And everyone else bowling. And possible the world in general. At some point tonight. Cause that’s how it goes.
And it goes like this…
I start of shaky (which is code for embarrassingly terrible) cause it’s normally been anywhere from 6 months to 3 years since last I bowled.
Then I get a hang of it, normally get a few spares, an occasional strike and people are like “Oh, you’re too awful after all…” all surprised.
Then my arm gets tired and it’s all downhill from there. I normally finish right where I started, in the gutter.
I still think it’s fun though. Sometimes. Or for that middle section where I actually get some points. But…I like to think that I’m not a competitive person, that only Dylan is, and that he sort of brings out this competitive demon in me…
I don’t know if that’s true. But I do know that I will be angry with him. And everyone else bowling. And possible the world in general. At some point tonight. Cause that’s how it goes.
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