Yesterday was our company Holiday Outing. (“Holiday Outing.” Noun. Defn: Three hours of enforced fun.)
Actually I did have fun (it goes against type, I know, but sometimes these things happen).
We went to the Main Event in West Chester which is basically an indoor adult fun park on steroids.
I’m not sure how long it’s been since I last bowled, but I’m pretty sure carbon dating would need to be involved to figure it out.
Between the two games I bowled, I got quite a good score. For golf.
I did badly on purpose to protect the fragile egos around me. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.)
According to My Friend the Internet, bowling is the number one participation sport in the US. This is, of course, ridiculous. Anyone who has spent ten minutes in ‘Murica knows that our number one participation sport is eating and our number two participation sport is texting, so at best bowling is a poor third.
Things you don’t know about bowling:
Bowling is highly hazardous. I broke a nail.
More things you don’t know about bowling:
- There is no minimum weight for a bowling ball. Whether you can convince a pile of feathers to make it all the way down the lane is another question.
- Bowling balls were made out of wood until the early 1900s, creating the opportunity for simultaneous broken nails and splinters.
- The maximum number of holes allowed in bowling ball is 12. Even contemplating the manicure on that individual is mind boggling.