I got a last-minute invite from none other than Chad to sub in a summer league last night. Despite some initial reservations on my part–I hadn’t bowled in well over a year–I rolled in with the 3-ball bag, both pairs of bowling shoes and a few microfiber towels and got down to it.
The results were a respectable 213 – 182 – 217 for a 612 series. My strike ball lost its way a bit in game 2, but other than that, things felt pretty good. We might consider jumping back into a league again in the near future.
Now if we could just get holySmith! The Parents to retire out here, we could either A) form a formidable mixed-league team with myself, holySmith! The Wife and the aforementioned holySmith! The Parents or B) holySmith! The Parents could fulfill their grand-parental obligation to babysit for holySmith! The Offspring while holySmith! and holySmith! The Wife go out and bowl. It’s a family tradition.
Either way would be nothing but win.
The bowling bug has bitten once again. Perhaps it’s time to get back in the saddle and make new memories.