Everything...perfect

I don't even remember the first game tonight...150. Really concentrated the second game; I felt like Gomer Pyle cleaning his rifle. Scary but true, and it was effective: 210. Then I lost the shot and, in spite of my scary concentration, bowled a 156. Consistency is my stepsister's middle name.

February 12, 2002 - 11:42 PM

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