Join Me in Snarkville

One of the things I truly hate about bowling night is that I SUCK at bowling.  I mean seriously, I’m not any good.  Even with my bloated handicap (which frankly is just enough pins to make me feel like a real bowler, but always reminding me that I in fact suck and need to be spotted nearly 100 pins to have a snowball’s chance in a hot place of winning a match), I firmly hold my team back.

As of last week’s standings, we dropped to 4th place — but I know we will be coming back and soon.  The bye week’s throw me off, because we have more points than one of the team’s ahead of us, but it ranked on percentages.  However, back to ME.

I bowled the single worst game in YEARS last night.  Now I have excuses.  I was on vacation.  I haven’t bowled in TWO weeks.  I was on a ship and I still think I feel a little rocking.  I was distracted.  Someone spoke.  My burger was DRY.  See, I have excuses.

However, I think it is just a matter of I SUCK at bowling.  So, anyway, my third game tends to be my best and I will on occasions win the point in my third game because my opponent’s game will fall apart.  Look, I’ve got to hold on to SOMETHING.  This past bowling night was NO different.  My game picked up, my opponent’s game fell apart and I lost by ONE Pin.  Yup — this brings me to new lows.  This is slightly problematic because one of my teammates (the guy in our league with the lowest handicap) was just asked to try-out for the All Navy team — so I’m in the presence of a good bowler — and my average is about HALF of his on a good day.
So anyone want to guess what the resindents of Snarkville will be doing this weekend?  If  you guessed finishing the laundry from our trip and finally going grocery shopping for much needed food — you’d be wrong.  We will be bowling.  For Prince it will be an attempt to try to find his mark (as he has developed a little hook) and for me — well, for me, it will be an attempt to figure out if there is any dignity left in my game.  Oh, and for the record — we will also be attempting to show Duke how to push a ball down the alley.  If he bowls better than me, I will officially quit.

Now, I should warn you that Prince is thinking I need bowling lessons.  I’m taking a poll; bowling lessons or adult beverages on league nights (the former so I play better; the latter so I’d stop caring about how poorly I play).