Ah... Bowling... According to my father is was supposed to be my ill-fated birthright to succeed him in the mighty sport of bowling.
Here's the story. In the completely radical decade known as the 1980s my father became a somewhat well-known amatuer bowling champion in Southern Califonia. He's got thirty bowling trophies surrounding the fireplace and he would some to tournaments in San Diego and LA. It was a pretty cool time cause he would take me to the bowling alleys to practice about once a week. So I got to play in bowling alley aracdes for a good portion of my childhood.
When the 1990 came around, my dad decided to retire from amatuer bowling. Unfortunately right after he retired he decide to buy me a 12 pound bowling ball and some bowling shoes. This all happened around my eleventh birthday. Shortly after i found myself training to become a good bowler. I trained every week for about six months with and without my dad, but i never ever improved. I was averaging a pathetic score of 100. Fortunately my arcade gaming took an upturn and with the release of Street Fighter II. I became a somewhat known local fighting game player at the bowling alleys.
So another decade later. My dad hasn't gone bowling in about ten years. He took up gardening instead and he seems to like it a lot. Here I am with a 12 pound bowling ball and some really nice bowling shoes stuck in my closet. When I actually do pull out the bowling ball to play with some friends I tend to find it too light for me now and i still bowl around 100. The shoes still fit ok though...
