Just When I Thought I Was Out...

I haven't written about bowling lately. Actually, the last time I mentioned it at all was back in October. Why? Because I suck.

My Mad Bowling Skillz have gradually declined since I've come to college, and I'm now averaging about 15 pins under what I did late in my high school career. I don't blame anyone but myself, of course, because I don't practice enough and don't seek out competitive events, but it's frustrating just the same. Some people bowl for fun; I bowl for sport. It's a fine line, and I can't really walk it too well.

So, for the last month or so, I've considered quitting. Just giving up. This is a big deal, because bowling has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. It's in the blood. Just the same, I've thought about dropping it entirely, because it's not fun anymore.

Before I left last night, I said to Amanda, "OK, time for me to go to hell. Oh, I mean Valley Lanes." She asked me to say hi to Satan. "Satan! Satan!" I replied.

Then I got to the lanes and started bowling.

I threw 19 strikes last night and left only three opens, resulting in a 220-238-189-647 series--my highest since July. It was fun again, for no good reason. This is what bowling does: Just when you think you're out, it pulls you back in.

I naturally attribute my success to my brief stint of Satan worship before leaving for Valley Lanes. I thank my Dark Lord for His assistance, and implore His guidance in future bowling endeavours. Satan! Satan!

February 12, 2003 - 08:21 PM

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