I took a few hours today to relieve some stress from work by going bowling. It is comforting to take your time and roll, even though I sucked today (122, 104, 93...fatigue set in during the last game), with no rush. Don't let the scores fool you, I left a lot of open frames, it was only a few good frames that helped me out. I had all afternoon. It was pretty empty on my side of the building. North rock lanes has forty five lanes, much larger than what it appears on the outside. The first half of them were taken up by senior citizens. A senior league. It was great to watch for a while. They all seemed so happy. And some of them could probably roll better than I can. They were calling out some of the high scores for last week. I heard a couple of 200 games. Very impressive.
That is the kind of old person I want to be. I may end up smelling like Vick's vapor rub, but if I can roll like that, I would be content.
The funniest thing I saw there, however, was not on the lanes. Three guys crowded around a pinball machine. Just like when they were fourteen years old. One playing and the other two on his flanks. Gawking, it seemed like, at how good the player was. If only I had had a camera at the time. That would have been a great picture.
I guess this kind of thing lets them all escape the world around them for a few hours during the day.
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