Date night with Cal went down last week at Northrock Lanes. Lane #43. Bringin' it old school at the location of Scott's & my first date back in November of 1991. The stakes were high, baby.
|The boys & their balls... HAHAHAHHAHAH! Sorry, that was HIGHLY inappropriate. I couldn't help myself though! They put it up on a tee for me! (pin?!)|
|Preparing to "throw down." His smile is scaring me...|
|Attempting the conversion, Scott unleashes the powerhouse, only to end in a "field goal." Yep, right between the "maples," boys. Can you say CHOKE?!??! HA!|
|Yours truly... a real hot mess of a bowler. :) My *ONLY* strategy is to keep the ball out of the gutter, and tonight, I was on fi-yahhhhhh! Must be the new specs!|
|Cal ~ appearing innocent, but plotting evil along with his Dad. His primary goal all 4 games was to BEAT ME. WTH!?!? That is SO not hard to do! AIM HIGH(er)!|
|Interesting technique... did he actually throw the ball from the back between his legs?!?! Ummm, no, but that ball's a real creeper. Despite his unconventional ways, the kid can still get the job DONE!|
I step up, try to focus, toss (no really, I kind of DO toss it... it's hideous) a powder puff, and hope for the best. 9 PINS, SUCKAAAAAAAS!!!!!!!! Santa came early! HA! OMG! I'm now at 90, just 5 behind Cal. According to Scott, the ONLY chance I have to "win it" (what? Seriously? *I* could win?!??! OMG!?!? Did Scott sandbag?! What is going ON here?!??!) is to pick up the spare. I quickly remember that means to "knock down the remaining pin" while reminding myself my track record all four games of "picking up the spare" was not too whippy. I resign myself to the fact I may lose by 5 pins to my 12 year old.
I zero in on where I want the ball to go, wind 'er up, and send that apple a flyin'! It's heading STRAIGHT FOR THE REMAINING PIN! How is that possible?!??! What? OMG?!?!? KTFO! Wait, that's boxing... SPARE!!!!!!!!!! OMG! I DID IT! (and how?!??!)
I had one remaining ball, and I was determined to blow the rack. (strike, yo!) I'm goin' all the way! Sadly (big surprise there!), I only managed to topple 7 pins with that honey, but I scored............ wait for it................a 98!!!!!!!!!! SUCK ON THAT, CAL! HA!
So, Scott is up for his final frame. He is sittin' at 80. NO WAY IN HELL he can get more than 18 points (again, pins?!) to beat me! OMG! This will mark the FIRST bowling game I've ever won in my ENTIRE FREAKIN' LIFE, and I'm what, 29?! :) This be-yotch is MINE. And I am ready & willing to bench jockey Scott till the cows come home to earn it, too. HA!
|Pretending to be innocent & not care... it's a total ACT. GOOD NIGHT, check out those shoes?! They MAKE a size 14 bowling shoe!?!? WOW.|
|What... a DODE.|
|SUCH bullshit. OMG. I had it locked up?!??!?!|
|It's all good... no love loss here. OK, maybe just a little. :) Props to my Caaaaaaam, I GUESS.|
|Boo-yah! 106... my oh-so-crappy version of a "perfect game." LOL|
|I ROCK. Oh yes.|
|Date night destruction at its finest.|