Down the Lanes

Strike! Spare! Break!

The words that I'd utter as I leave my post-release stance, Leaping in  bliss, knowing that those ten pins you've downed will give you that edge over your competitors.

I gotta love getting back to a favorite hobby back in my childhood days. The first time that I started bowling lacking the strength to lift those bowling balls with one hand. How I would hold the bowling ball with two hands and swing it back and forth between my legs always hoping that the ball would at least reach the other end in it's snail's pace net me 1 point. Small start, considering that just a while ago, my speedy shots shred those ten pins into split groups. Yet shots were not without caution, with the whole alley not fully automated, one had to learn to distinguish bowling pins and legs of the pinboy as he sets the pins down. I made sure I picked my targets right, white pins and not brown legs.

With an 85 on the score sheet, one would be go back home happy that he is "Uno"