In 2010 I ... joined a bowling league

My good friend Carissa is extremely talented at asking me to do things when I'm most likely to say yes. Most recently she put this skill to use when asking me to join her bowling league. She asked me seconds before this picture was taken:

(You can even see half of her conniving head in the background.)

A few beers in to a friend's going away party, C mentioned her bowling league (through The Onion, which is great) was in need of a fifth teammate. Stupidly, I said sure.

Don't get me wrong - I like bowling. It's fun. I just wish my skill set matched the enjoyment I get from beer, bar food and bowling.

Yesterday marked the league's first night, and four of our regular five teammates were in attendance (C, Justin, Corey and me) with Patrick subbing for Eric. After knowing P for several years, I was totally unaware of his semi-pro bowling status. We're talking monogrammed bowling ball and personal bowling shoes. Wow.

Probably explains why the evening's best round (or perhaps just my best round) looked like this:


Honestly, I'm pretty okay with that 106. The score has three digits in it. Feeling pretty good about that. Plus, it leaves me little room to go anywhere but up.