Bowling Is Fun When You Refine The Rules

I have a friend who has done very well for himself since we graduated from school. Now and then he invites me over to his beautiful home. We were always competitive and loved games. He took a lot of his money and turned his basement into one of the best game rooms in the city. Only it was his own private room. We decided on one particular evening, to put a little wager on a bowling tournament. He had installed, among all the other games, a small four lane alley for him and his friends.

When I was in school, my dad was in construction, so that was the way I went as well. I was not as well off as my friend, but I was happy with where I was. The reason for this get together, was to compete in our own private bowling tournament. It was two out of three games, winner getting twenty bucks and the honorary title of champion at that particular alley.

He flipped all the necessary switches to give power to the alley. We went to the ball rack and picked the one we wanted. We even donned the old bowling shoes, he had every size you could need, because he often through big parties and they would inevitably end up in the game room. It had a full bar as well. On my second roll my ball took an unnatural skip. It was very slight, but still noticeable. I politely said excuse me, and strolled out to my car.

In just a couple of minutes, I came in carrying my dyson vacuum dc17 which I plugged in and went to work with on the lanes. I made several derogatory remarks about the dust and dirt my friend had allowed to gather on his lanes, and he laughed until he had tears in his eyes. I always could crack him up. But he still stood behind his belief that he would emerge victorious.

Another few frames later, I was beginning to fall farther behind. Then I remembered that I was trying to do this without the one thing all competitors must have, my good luck charm. Again I was strolling to my car, and when I got back, I had on my black helmet that I wore when I rode my motorcycle. Since buying this helmet, I had won five races in a row. He still was not impressed, but had a good laugh.

A couple of frames later, I still was losing badly. I noticed my feet were not getting good traction on the floor. I once again excused myself, and then reappeared sporting a pair of brown boots I wore when I went hunting. My friend was still very entertained and watched as I took the ball in hand, and started again.

From that frame on things began to turn around. By the end of the tournament, I shook his hand, took my twenty, and headed out to my car with a big smile. I had learned that bowling can really be fun, if you have the freedom to put all you have into it, literally.