I'm not a bowler. Nor do I play one on tv.
But, seriously, how hard can it be? You've got a wooden lane at the end of which, in orderly fashion, stand 10 pins. You take one, shiny ball the size of a 4th grade classroom globe, and throw it (under hand, mind you) down said lane, with the intent of knocking down the aforementioned pins.
Easy enough.
Yeah, right. This is not a game to be taken lightly. This is serious business. 10 frames is all you get. At best, 2 chances per frame to get those godforsaken pins to fall, domino like, one into the next, so as not to leave a single pin standing.
I am competitive by nature. I don't particularly like to lose. Who does? It feels good to win, or to at least be seen putting up a pretty good fight. Last night, on the lanes, I did not appear to put up much of a fight at all. Although, after three games, some sort of blind luck kicked in (or maybe it was just the bowling gods feeling sorry for me). I actually broke 100...and won (by a mere 3 points, but still...).
But I digress. I may not be a great bowler, but I did have a great time. Despite the 3-1 loss.
When the weather turns, I'll be hitting the links, and hoping that I fair better on the fareway than on the lanes.
Stay tuned come April...