Keeping out of the gutter in 2007
The running-tubing-drinking-eating-kayaking-sumo wresting book club was back at it again Sunday afternoon.
A mere phone call from Rocket and, before you can say “Snap, Crackle, Po ...“ there are 11 of us at Kegler’s.
Yes, we are now founding members of Bowlers Behaving Badly.
By Bad, I mean Baaaad.
It’s not that we are all bad, but when you hear questions like, “Shoes? We need shoes?“ you know you are in for a fun way to round out the old year.
“I want the purple ball,“ Amy calls.
“My shoes have scuffs on the back,“ Amber notes.
“Janice, that is not your glass, that is a pitcher.“
But wait, in walks Jen. She had a luggage carrier on wheels. Only this wheelie was packed with bowling balls, shoes, arm guards, footie thingies. Cue the Darth Vader music.
So we divide up into two teams.
Jen was not on my team. Drat.
But I had Maggie! Maggie had her own shoes.
Let the frames begin:
Gutter.
Gutter.
“Hey, 6.2, pretend it’s a frozen chicken.“
Strike.
Gutter.
Gutter.
Two.
“Is that Fast Kathy heading back for another ‘glass’ of beverages?“
Gutter.
Gutter.
Gutter.
Of course, by now the “other team” is like a bazillion pins in front of my team. So we come up with a new game plan.
“Let’s try to bowl our ages,“ Deb decides.
We had the youngsters on my team, so I think this is very fair. Baby Pink Heidi only needed to finish with 29 points. So, we rocked.
In fact, I think this should be the new official way to score bowling. Anything over your age is just showing off.
(And, just in case there is ever a reunion of Bowlers Behaving Badly ... I have dibs on Jen.)
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Mary Alice Blackwell was a sportswriter for 11 years before turning in her scorebook to cover cops and courts. The Virginia Tech Hokie joined the staff of The Daily Progress in 1987 and has spent the past dozen or so years writing about actors, musicians, artists, authors and, occasionally, her running buddies. 
