Write two haiku about: bowling.
I got a call a couple days ago asking if I was interested in joining an adult bowling league this winter. It was rather unexpected, since the last time I'd been at the alley was to ask about being a spare... about a year ago.
Apparently, though, there wasn't enough interest last year to run the league - which explains why I never got called to come out and bowl.
They're trying again this year and it all started tonight. There were enough people to form four teams, which I guess is good enough. So we bowled three games and got to know each other a bit, and the league will officially commence next Tuesday night.
As I was driving home afterward I realized that the last time I was part of a bowling league would have been the winter of 1998-99. I'm curious to see where my average ends up this go 'round.
Oh, and also: our penultimate box day has come and gone without a hitch. The end is in sight now!
Strike, gutterball, spare.
If consistency is the
game, then I'm losing.
* * *
Using old muscles
while giving them no warning;
tomorrow will hurt.