Striking Constistency Last night was

Striking Constistency

Last night was the last real night of bowling. Our team, The Misfits (man, that name sucks… we’re coming up with our own name next time – like The Pothole Fillers or something), put on an amazing show of offense, heretofore unseen in our collective bowling escapades. We all broke our averages by more than 10 pins, and were absolute models of consistency. Instead of my normal infuriating 103 average, I averaged a strapping 129. It felt great, and better yet, we won! We won handily. There was much hand slapping, fist pumping, manly comraderie to be had. Yes, I am a bowler.

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