Sunday, March 2, 2008

My comeback

Neon Bowling. I'm sure you've heard of it, maybe even been a couple times. It's where idiots hang out when they can't think of anything else to do on saturday night. I, myself, have been several times. However, I didn't go for the alcohol, or the company of friends...I went for love of the game!

Last night I went because I hadn't been bowling in...well, longer than I care to admit. I went with my sister, her husband, and 7 other people whose names I can't remember.

We arrived at 9:10, not as early as I would have liked, but good enough I suppose. You see, you have to wait in line for about thirty minutes, because they don't start letting people in until 9:30. I know what you're thinking "this must be like one of the hottest clubs in America!". Well, not exactly, but us bowlers sometimes pretend it is. Anyway, if you don't get there early enough you could risk the unthinkable...not getting a lane!

So when we arrived, my sisters friends were already there. Which means they already had a spot in line. I was completely against cutting, because that's just how I was raised I guess. However, my sister was all for it. It's hard to believe we share the same genes sometimes. So we slipped into line with her friends. Sure, people yelled, called us terrible names, one person even threw a bowling shoes at us (which I kept), but we just ignored them and kept on talking.

When we got inside I went straight to the lane we were assigned...I was so excited...it had been so long. I put on my shoes, grabbed my ball, and started throwing a few practice balls. After I rolled the first one, I was a little ashamed of myself. I had only brought one of my three balls...because...well...I didn't want to look like a dork. I had decided to bring the lightest one which only weighs 12 pounds. So you can imagine the self loathing I experienced when it felt too heavy.

We began to bowl our first game, and I desperately tried to hide the fact that I was struggling with my ball. However, the idea of using a house ball was completely out of the question.

My first game wasn't too bad... if you look at the score, but everything else was terrible. I was overextending my wrist, my follow through was horrific, and I could barely see the arrows on the lane....that part I blame on the neon lights flashing in a dimly lit room.

By the end, I was doing much better...I could finally lift my ball, and my scores were improving. My sister however, was completely drunk. It was pretty funny actually. She would lie down with shame on the approach after throwing a gutter ball, and she was trying to insult me as much as she could.

Don't worry folks, I drove home. I was completely sober by the way. I had one drink at the beginning of the three hour event, but that was just to get rid of my headache. I wouldn't want to taint my game with too much alcohol.

Well, that is the story of my comeback. I'm sorry it's not better, I'll try to get into a fight with someone next time or something.

4 comments:

Amanda said...

I will admit to lying on the "approach" but to say that I was "insulting" you is a bit harsh... and I was super trashed, so I can"t be held accountable for anything that I said or did.

cadiz12 said...

bowling is not for wimps.

Jon said...

I think we can all agree that using a house ball is like saying you're ok with contracting horrific diseases.

Anonymous said...

In neon bowling, shouldn't the ball, like, light up or something?

Seems only fair.