Thursday, April 22, 2010


Bowling is a humiliating activity for me. It’s humiliating because it’s such a dumb concept (hit the pins with the ball) that can be so difficult. My issues lie in the fact that I think I could score higher by throwing a baseball or a football at the pins than I do with my bowling ball. Yes, I own a bowling ball. I inherited it from my brother who inherited it from his wife’s grandfather. It’s name is Rich. It’s embarrassing to role up to the alley with Rich in a pleather carrying case and then bowl under 100. But to me it’s better than using the nasty old balls they provide for everyone to share.

On the flip side, I’d prefer to be unusually bad than ridiculously good at it. I have friends who actually use the hand dryer and have two differently weighted bowling balls—one for the first attempt and one for the second. They usually score somewhere around 200—this is akin to riding a unicycle across campus between classes. I don’t mind losing to these people.

I’d like to get to a point in life where I can bowl between 100 and 150 every time. Good enough to suggest that I’m slightly coordinated but not so good that I would have to include bowling in a list of pastimes.


  1. I have a feeling this means we're going bowling tonight.

  2. Wow, I never thought of the bowling BALLS as nasty. I've always had issues with putting my feet into shoes warn by about 1000 other Ute coeds over the past 10 years or so. Especially when you get a pair that are still warm from the last pair of feet. I just never thought that my sweaty little thumb could be leaving anything behind in that...dark...moist hole. OH MY GOSH!!! PERFECT BREEDING GROUNDS!!! AND THE BALLS NEVER GET SPRAYED LIKE THE SHOES DO!!! I'll be borrowing Rich next time I go, or at least take a latex glove with me. Thanks for the heads-up.