So on Sunday night, we ended up not bowling. So when I got to the car, I put my bowling balls in the trunk (usually I put them in the back seat). We then proceeded to the Purple Otter for a couple beers. When we got home, my bowling balls were out of sight and out of mind.
Fast forward to Tuesday. I have league night on Tuesdays. Michelle has class. After work, I walked to the explorer and drove home. MIchelle had already left for class in the car. I looked around the house and could not find my bowling balls. I realized Michelle had them.
I am carrying a 171 average on Tuesdays. There is no way I would be able to come within 10 pins of that with a house ball. I called my teammates and told them to blind me. Maybe they got someone to sub. I do not know.
So instead, I went to the gym with Fubar. Our workout was pretty intense. At one point, Fubar threw up. Good times!
My bowling balls are back safely in the house. No way that happens again!
3 comments:
At least you got to witness Fubar throw up!
Wow! That's a helluva work out.
As a rule, it's never good to handle frozen balls.
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