Super Tornado

Yesterday was Tuesday again which is code for bowling night. I showed up early to pick up the shoes I ordered and figure out what kind of ball I need. Well, the shoes are a bland new model and are on backorder, which means they are popular. I have yet to determine if that means I am a trend setter or a trend follower. I think I must be the former as I am not observant enuff to have noticed if anybody else at league had a pair like them.

I don't mind waiting an extra week for the shoes, but I am getting nervous about finding a ball. Everybody says you can't score well throwing a straight ball and you can't make a house ball h00k. Also, it seems the heaviest ball you can get is 16lbs, but they are difficult to wield. Real men throw a 16lb ball. Candy-arses throw a 15lb ball. I bowled 191 my last game last week with a 12 pound house ball, so I am thinking I have potential to be a pretty g00d bowler.

Rick runs ye olde pro-shoppe at the bowling alley. He t00k me out to the lanes early and watched me throw. Then he lent me a 14lb ball that I could h00k a little, half the time. He told me to use it in league and I should do much better than last week. The ball was so heavy that I couldn't throw it the same way twice. Sometimes it would h00k, some times it wouldn't. I had no idea where the ball was going to go. Last weeks series I scored 448, last night I threw 350.

The saga continues.

HOLY BALLS

My signed me up to bowl in a league with the boyfriend of one of her friends. The first night I bowled 448 in a 3 game series. I ordered shoes, and I will be test driving balls next Tuesday. This is so unlike me.