Bowling Is Best Done In Private Alleys
I have a friend who has done very well for himself since we graduated from school. Now and then he invites me over to his beautiful home. We were always competitive and loved games. He took a lot of his money and turned his basement into one of the best game rooms in the city. Only it was his own private room. We decided on one particular evening, to put a little wager on a bowling tournament. He had installed, among all the other games, a small four lane alley for him and his friends.
When I was in school, my dad was in construction, so that was the way I went as well. I was not as well off as my friend, but I was happy with where I was. The reason for this get together, was to compete in our own private bowling tournament. It was two out of three games, winner getting twenty bucks and the honorary title of champion at that particular alley.
He powered up the lanes and we chose our balls, and even put on the typical bowling shoes. It was just like going to an actual bowling alley. About the third frame, I rolled the ball at the pins, and noticed it took just a very slight jump to one side. It was hardly noticeable, but yet I saw it. I knew what the deal was. I excused myself, and went to my car.
In a few moments, I was back with a dyson vacuum dc17 that I was to deliver to my mother from my sister. I plugged the thing in and went to town on the lanes, all the while cracking my friend up with snooty remarks about his housekeeping. He had tears in his eyes by the time I was through. I laughed pretty hard at myself.
After another couple of bad frames, I excused myself again. Back to the car I went, this time for something all competitors must have, a good luck charm. When I re-entered the room, my friend fell out on the floor laughing. I had on my black helmet that I bought for riding my motorcycle. I had won some races with that bike, and considered this helmet to be a good luck charm because of it.
A couple of frames later, I still was losing badly. I noticed my feet were not getting good traction on the floor. I once again excused myself, and then reappeared sporting a pair of brown boots I wore when I went hunting. My friend was still very entertained and watched as I took the ball in hand, and started again.
Anyway, he ended up only barely beating me in the first game. Then I pounded him over the next two. We shook hands and he paid up immediately. He pronounced me the new reigning champ as far as his alley was concerned. I did point out that if we had been in a regular alley downtown I could never have gotten away with it. But he did not care, he said it also would not have been near as much fun. And he was right.
