Yeehaw.

The stage was set. Me and deh sunday school class went bowling. It’s my turn to bowl, second roll of a frame, and here’s how the pins are setup:

Given that I suck, I’m righthanded, and lanes were so slick that I couldn’t spin the bowl at all.

The other four doods that were there (Josh, Jason, Todd, Jeremy, if you know or care), concluded (either audiably or not) that theres pretty much no chance that I will pick up a spare.

The following bet is made: if I picked up the spare, left-handed, ALL four of them were gonna ride the ball return machine. For you visual learners, lets do some math. Riding the ball return is the sum of these two images:

(note: this one has a sissy plastic guard on it. Real men don’t need that):

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Needless to say, alot was on the line. This is further compounded by the fact that Jeremy said he was gonna ride the ball return if he got a double strike, and he did get the double strike… but was shot down by his wife when going for the act. Very sad.

So I find the lightest ball (think it was 7 poundeds), take it in the palm of my hand, stand way off to the right side, and then put a nasty spin on it, aiming about halfway down the lane toward the left gutter.

The spin is beautiful. The curve is beautiful. It’s coming across the lane, hugs the gutter so all the haters who roll their bowling ball straight can see true leet skillz, and starts coming back toward the pins.

My heart basically stops, as I consider in the moment when the four gentlemen’s fate is still unknown how great a blog post it would be if they all ended up riding the ball return machine.

The ball curves back across the lane, and misses all three pins by about a foot, and the spin finally brings the ball across to the right gutter.

Weeping occurs.

Funny link: An interesting comparison… not the funniest link evar, but a bit of humor if your part of the computer industry in any way, methinks.