I love
bowling. Whenever I go I have visions of a Grease 2 flash mob breaking out.
Then I look around and realize, it’s all in my head. Here I am with my three
kids, if there’s any dancing, it’s not going to be choreographed (or coordinated
for that matter).
One of the
bowling alleys near my house (there are two) was having a vacation special.
Since Stella had never been and Maizie hadn’t gone since she was really little,
whether or not they we going to have fun was a crap shoot. So this was a
perfect opportunity to give it a whirl (and it wasn’t snowing).
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| Someday I'll get a nice picture |
We go in and
they are fascinated. They always are whenever we go somewhere new.
We get our
snazzy shoes on and go to gather our balls. The girls wanted to choose their
ball based on color and Teddy wanted the heaviest ball he could possibly find.
No, no, no that’s not how it works. Finally after some negotiations we had the
balls we needed. The names were put into the scoreboard (remember when you had
to do it with a pencil), the first ball ready to be thrown.
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| All she wants is...EVERY pink ball they have |
Oh wait a
minute, I look down the alley and then at those three. Every single ball they
roll would end up in the gutter, so we had the bumpers (gutter guard) raised.
Teddy thought he was “the Dude” (despite the fact he had never been 10 pin
bowling before) and promptly got his ball stuck mid-lane. Really? Are you ready
for the pro circuit now? Once he listened, he got the hang of it.
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| Did "the Dude" start out like this or did Munson end up like this? |
Besides
thinking he was “the Dude” he found the fact that he got to wear special shoes
awesome. Then they deliver pizza and a “whole pitcher” of soda right to you.
Not to mention he gets to throw heavy things. He got to throw things, eat some
pizza, have some soda, throw things again, eat more pizza, have more soda and
this went on for a couple of hours. He was loving it.
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| What is better than this? |
The girls
developed their own technique for getting the ball to hit the pins. Apparently if
you squat down and lean to the side you want the ball to go to while making a
frame with your hands at the pins you wants to fall will, .03% of the time. A
Stella made up a special “I hit some pins” dance. And Maizie made sure the
balls that came up the return were organized by color.
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| Part of her ritual |
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| Waiting for the (pink) ball |
I on the other
hand did pretty well. Maybe it was the fact that I wasn’t drinking. But, I did
get four strikes, yes you read that correctly, four strikes! I also got three
spares but, those were absolutely because the bumpers were up. I may have
scored the highest…EVER!!
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| Two strikes in a row!!! |
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| The tie was a topic for discussion on the ride home |
We had a
fantastic time and the kids can’t wait to go back. I did, of course, make some
observations.
If you are
there with two kids, it is NOT necessary to take four of the 6lb balls. It’s
school vacation and those are at a premium. You sir are just an asshole.
The amount
of excuses some people will make about why they did badly is amazing. “The ball
slipped.” “I took too many steps.” “My finger got stuck.” Just get over it. Me,
I just go with it and say, “Well that sucked!”
Sitting on
the (only) step and blocking our way to go back and forth to get our drinks and
pizza is just obnoxious.
The senior
citizens that bring the assload of snacks crack me up; cookies, candy, coffee
cake, you name it, they had it.
