Bowling

Let me take a minute to reflect on my full year of participating in a bowling league. I have come to truly appreciate this sport in much the same way The Dude and Walter love it in the classic movie The Big Lebowski. For those of you who have not seen this movie, shame on you. The fact that John Goodman did not receive critical acclaim was one of the real travesties of american cinema.

I digress. The sport truly is one of frustration. It is one of artistic expression. So many approaches. So many disciplines. It is a simpler form of golf. It is a game that can be played by all age levels at all levels of sobriety. It can be played by all demographics. It knows no income level. It is the one sport of skill (as opposed to athletic prowess) that the equipment does not play a real role. It is easy to show up and use some lane ball and do just as well as the guy who shows up with a clear ball with a rose in the middle. You can throw the straight ball or you can throw the big curve. I am yet to understand the curve without nearly breaking my wrist.

With that it is important to note that my team (Balls and Strikes) is comfortably in first place. We had a scare the other night until we added some beer to the equation. That led to the greatest comeback in history in the first game and then two absolute thrashings in the other two. This does nothing but add to my theory that beer can be a performance enhancer but I will leave that for another time. With that I wanted my first post to light hearted and look forward to many future posts over a wide range of topics

Pils