I married a bowler. Eric loves to bowl. He calls himself Dragonslayer, his bowling ball is named Monster (etched in the side of the ball for good measure), he carries his own shoes. He actually uses the little air dryer for his hands. His ball is even balanced to give it a spin. It's crazy.
Eric did not marry a bowler. He tried to teach me. He really did. For a few years I tried to learn, but it wasn't my thing. So, now we have reached a sort of agreement. He bowls and I don't. If I do bowl...well, he's stopped trying to correct. OK, truthfully he will still sometimes say, "You know you should really move your hip to the side rather than swing your arm around it." My response is to smile as my ball slowly rolls down the gutter, praying that it makes it to the end. Either that or I hang my head in shame as the ball hits with a loud thunk halfway down the lane before pirouetting into the gutter, perhaps tickling a pin on its way.
On Sunday we went to a bowling party. I walked up to the desk and requested my giant clown shoes. I have big feet and these shoes don't do me any favors. We got our lane. The lights turned down. Black lights flooded the alley and last year's top 20hits started blasting loudly. I wasn't too keen on the scene, but I was rather thankful that there would be a distraction from my bowling.
We started bowling. Out of our little group there were 3 children ages 12, 5, and 2---myself and one other adult. I walked up to the lane. I don't do the running approach. I tossed my ball down the lane, toward the pins. I hit a few, but mostly it was pretty pathetic. I assumed that I could beat the kids. I was wrong. I was beaten by everyone. My grand total was 57. Cordelia bowled a 93. Instead of getting frustrated I just went with it. People high fived me when I did hit a pin or two. Jaws dropped when I got a spare towards the end. It was just silly and fun.
I didn't really care, in fact I think it's pretty fun/funny. I enjoyed watching the pre-teens "break dance" and watching everyone have a good time, bowling was just a distraction. Eric, well, he wasn't exactly proud, but at least he can laugh at his wife with the weird bowling technique.
Can you bowl?