It happened partway through my daily hour on the treadmill this morning. The TV suspended midair for the distraction of the human hamsters was turned to professional bowling, not uncommon on a Sunday.
You groaned just then, didn’t you? Well, you shouldn’t. Bowling’s really fun to watch. No, really, it is. I’ve gotten hooked over the years, having seen a lot of it on the treadmill. Okay, pretty much the only TV I see by choice is “Iron Chef” but still. Bowling can be impressive, or in this case, agonizing.
Here’s what happened. I noticed that this guy (he looked like Tom Skerritt’s accountant) was 49, and he was throwing off some serious attitude. There’s no sound, just patchy subtitles. They said something about his grandkids, but I couldn’t see what. He was up against a young guy who looked cool. Tubby, arty facial hair, you know, normal. The young guy was knocking out strikes while Gramps kept having to pick up spares, and Gramps was pissed. I was rooting for the kid. One by one, they stopped showing the other competitors, it was down to these two.
The Kid was ahead, and then it happened. Not just a 7-10 split. I’ve seen how they pick those up. No, this was two pins on each end. Impossible shot, and The Kid didn’t make it. Now, The Kid has two pins left and Gramps, who was behind, is out in front. There are two frames left to bowl.
If The Kid makes both strikes, he can win the competition. The next throw is everything. If he misses, it’s over, but he’s been striking like a demon up until now. Suddenly, the screen went black. Then it turned to football. Guys in green and white (with yellow trim) were playing guys in blue and something. Aargh! And don’t tell me it’s only bowling. I don’t want to hear it.
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Jeez, your blog account was way better than the actual event I witnessed live. There must be an irony in this somewhere.
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