Bowling Can Be Fun If Done Correctly
My best friend from school went on to do extremely well for himself. He has a fantastic home out in the country, and he has me over from time to time. In school we always were very competitive, and loved trying to beat each other at games. He loved games so much, that he actually turned his whole basement into one big game room. He had everything, darts, pool, foosball, air hockey, ping pong, a chess table, a four lane bowling alley, and lots of others. It was a great place to hang out.
I myself was just a construction worker who was frequently out of work. But we had been friends since high school, and had remained so in spite of the different roads we had traveled. So on this particular day, we decided we would bet twenty dollars on a bowling tournament. We would bowl three games, and the winner of two, would be owed a twenty from the loser. It was all in the spirit of fun.
In not time, the power switches were flipped, the bowling shoes were put on, and we had picked out our favorite ball. We flipped a coin for first turn, and I began the tournament. When my second ball was about three quarters of the way down the lane, I notices it made a slight skip. I screamed foul, excused myself, and headed outside to the trunk of my car.
In a few moments, I was back with a dyson vacuum dc17 that I was to deliver to my mother from my sister. I plugged the thing in and went to town on the lanes, all the while cracking my friend up with snooty remarks about his housekeeping. He had tears in his eyes by the time I was through. I laughed pretty hard at myself.
The laughing really slowed over the next few frames, as he was pulling away from me. Then a thought hit me, and I knew what I had to do. Excused again, I was headed back to the trunk of my car. When I came in this time, I had on my lucky black helmet. It was my good luck charm from racing my motorcycle. I explained that no-one should compete in a serious competition without their good luck charm. My friend was laughing again.
A couple of frames later, I still was losing badly. I noticed my feet were not getting good traction on the floor. I once again excused myself, and then reappeared sporting a pair of brown boots I wore when I went hunting. My friend was still very entertained and watched as I took the ball in hand, and started again.
From that frame on things began to turn around. By the end of the tournament, I shook his hand, took my twenty, and headed out to my car with a big smile. I had learned that bowling can really be fun, if you have the freedom to put all you have into it, literally.
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