While down at my parent's house for Thanksgiving, we met up with my sister and her family on Friday evening, and the whole mess of us went bowling.
The bowling alley was this little place with 6 lanes in a small farm near use. The "kitchen" wasn't open per se, but they were able to cook some frozen pizzas.
Only my brother-in-law and niece (who had the flu) were really bowlers. The rest of us hadn't really bowled in years.
The first game I bowled a 103.
The second game, my mom was 2 pins behind me from the 4th frame. Neither of us could pick up a spare. 9. 9. 9. I couldn't lose her. (Just a little competitive.)
Then came the 10th frame.
I'm up first. I've got to at least get a spare so I can get to my bonus ball. I can't leave the door open.
I fire my first ball straight down the lane…
First one I'd gotten all game!
Second ball goes rocketing down the lane…
Oh man, one more strike and I'll have gotten my second "turkey" ever.
Third ball, hurtling down the alley, on a date with destiny.
But Destiny must have been washing her hair, because when the pins stopped flying, the 5 pin stood there like the alley was giving me the finger.
Happy, but disappointed at the same time, I walked back to the seating area where my father consoled me with, "And that third one was the best ball you threw all night."