We were on FIRE last night and it couldn't have come at a better time. We played one of the best teams in the league, which came into the match at 16-2. Assuming we won Week 2 -- and we should have -- (I love the rule, if you miss a week, you have two days to make up the match or they use your averages, but because the team that missed is buddy-buddy with everybody that works at the bowling alley, they've gotten a little "extra time") -- we came in at either 9-9 or 11-7.
Now at first glance we thought, we can take this team; the average age is like 70! We can't lose to a bunch of people who eat dinner at 4 p.m. and drive 40 mph in the left-hand lane with their blinkers on! We can't let it happen!
So the lineup was as follows -- me, Roland Liwag, Eric Kay and Ron Davis. We knew if we scored at least 900 (with handicaps) we could win.
The goal is win Game 1, set the tone, because for some bizarre reason, this old team gets stronger as the night progresses. Most old people wear down, but the past two weeks, they've gotten better. Must be the Chinese Buffet really kicking in around 9 p.m. giving them that extra energy.
We came out fired up! Or at least I did. I bowled five strikes in the first game for a 177. Best game I've ever bowled. I was pumping my fists, pointing to the sky, doing little dances. I easily had at least three excessive celebrations, but who cares, I never had a game like that before. I was afraid the old ladies were going to tell me that wasn't good sportsmanship, but they could tell I was having fun. (Isn't that what's it all about kids?)
I knew it would all come crashing down next game, so I had to enjoy it while it lasted. So we cruised to a Game 1 victory. We scored 903 and they had like 770.
Game 2 was a different story, I came back to reality with a 116, but Roland was there to pick me up with a 144. Who says alcohol doesn't work? After a few beers in Game 1, he was awesome. Roland bowled a 177 last week in Game 2. Maybe we should just have him show up like 45 minutes late with at least two beers in his system. Eric and Ron did their usual -- 138 and 160 and we were well on our way to another victory. This time it was closer though, 907 to like 840.
We already won the match, but we wanted a SWEEP! It was in doubt early, but Eric was ready to show his MVP skills. After opening the first frame with a nine, he reeled off five strikes in a row. FIVE! That's crazy. Imagine somebody hitting five consecutive birdies at Torrey Pines? That's what it's like. He was in the freakin' zone. You could tell by the looks on our opponents faces, they knew it was over. Or maybe they just realized it was past their bedtime.
Ron wasn't going to let Eric have all the fun and he ran off a series of strikes and spares too. Isn't that the way it always goes? You have the game of your life and somebody else has to have a great game too? After Eric finished with a 201, Ron closed out strong for a 212. And that has to say "That's not even my best game." Well, thanks for that. Eric just dropped like 42 points and 7 three-pointers in a clinching Game 7 and you come along and score 46 and say "Damn, not even my best night."
So we swept, we could be sitting at 20-7! If the bowling alley every updates the site, we might actually know soon. In fact we all had monster games with our handicap:
Darin -- Game 1: 177, with handicap 281.
Roland -- Game 2: 144, with handicap 248.
Eric -- Game 3: 201, with handicap 269.
Ron -- Game 3: 212, with handicap 284.
On to some more bowling observations...
-- I wasn't sure how people would react in a bowling league. So far, everybody has been very friendly and relaxed. It's definitely a million times different than men's flag football or competitive league softball. People out there think they are playing for long-term contracts or Super Bowl rings. But the bowling league has been great, very social.
-- Some guys at the bowling alley play an additional game of Bowling Alley Poker. For every strike you get, you get a card. So at the end of the game, whoever has the best poker hand wins the pot. Gambling at the bowling alley, but not gambling on your actual score. Now is bowling really a sport when you can drink beer, eat crappy food and play poker all at the same time?
-- Miss "Throw the ball like a shot put" was next to us again. I think her name was Electra, but that has to be a nickname, right? Nobody really names their daughter Electra. Either way, she was chucking that 12-pounder and I swear she made some dents in the lane this week. It really is a treat to watch, especially when she can bowl like 120 with that throwing motion. It's just not fun when you are trying to pick up a spare and she drops that bomb next to you.
-- Again with the ninth graders invading the bowling alley at 10 p.m. That's a definite sign of getting old when you are asking yourself "Don't these kids have school tomorrow? How come their parents let them out so late?" Man, 36-years old and I'm already screaming for kids to get off my lawn.
-- When you order a beer at the bar, just take it, leave a 50-cent tip and get the hell out of there. I thought bartenders are supposed to be friendly, not 65-year old ladies who are ready to rip your head off for ordering a bud light. One time I said “Excuse me…” and she yells out “I SEE YOU!” Very bizarre scene. The other bizarre scene is people who actually just sit at the bar and drink all night. I used to go out drinking with the boys and I don't ever recall saying "Hey let's hit the bowling alley bar tonight." There has to be a better atmosphere at local bars around town.
-- Best bowling alley food so far -- Nachos. I really wanted to test the limits of the stomach with popcorn chicken, but that would have really destroyed the great lunch I had from Salad Creations. So I went safe and was rewarded. Like Eric said though, you should have to eat something actually thrown in the fryer. Good point, nachos was definitely a cop-out, but my stomach thanks me for it.
Report Card so far:
Practice week -- Pizza.
Result: Two Tums
Practice week -- Chicken Wings.
Result: Two Pepto; Immodium AD in the middle of the night.
Week 2 -- Hamburger/Fries.
Result: Two Pepto
Week 3 -- Nachos
Result: No stomach pain.
See you next week!