I Roll it Slow

Dancing to the sweet jams of the lanes

As we brace ourselves for yet another impending winter storm (6-10 inches of more snow in the next 24 hours) we thank our lucky stars that we are fortunate enough to live in a place that has four seasons.  Oh, how I love the seasons.  The seasons are soooo beautiful!

As it's March and still holding steady at 24 degrees we are quickly running out of things to do.  Winterfest has come and gone, the escape to the Keys is behind us, sledding is growing monotonous and shoveling is developing into far too tiresome of a task to tackle every day.  I feel like a professional body shoveling builder.  I could really use some HGH.  We need to start getting creative to stave off the "redrum" chants that are appearing with greater frequency on the weekends so we dug deep my friends, and came up with the greatest idea ever - bowling!  Bowling, believe it or not has been around in its present form since 1895, but potentially dates back as long ago as 3200 BC and both the Romans and Egyptians played a form of modern day bowling.  You didn't think you were going to get a history lesson did you? 

Muscling down the roll

My kids were immediately bowled over once they realized they could chuck over sized unbreakable balls at unassuming pins patiently waiting to get bulldozed over.  And get high fives for doing so.  Quinny picked up an eight pounder and mauled that bad boy into the perfect position on his chest including holding the ball correctly with three fingers and kablamo! down the alley it went.  We had three players but it quickly turned into Quinny rolling two out of three balls and doing so with some decent consistency.  He's got a bit of a hook to his roll but if he can straighten that out he's got 300 written all over his game. 

Gavin was more of a granny-use-two-hands to get a solid roll down the middle kind of high roller.  It gave him some solid control but often he didn't get enough strength behind it.  In short he needs to find the weight room.  With a few more reps of curls in the 2.5 to 5 pound range he could really be an outstanding player. 

Steeeeriiiike!

We only had two instances that didn't go as planned  There was about an inch step to get onto the alley and Q was focused on getting his fingers in the correct position while he was walking up to the lane and took a straight up header falling flat on his face while holding the ball.  Fortunately the ball was immediately jettisoned and his man sized chest broke his fall saving his pearly whites.  It could've been a face full of toothless wonder for the next eight years.  Gavin, is a pretty smooth cat.  The only bowling faux pas that he created was not getting enough spin on his roll and stranding Mr. Fluorescent Orange in the middle of the lane, which required lane rolling personnel to take the long lonely walk down the lane to retrieve Mr. FO.  It was slightly embarrassing, for Gavin, but we told him his 78 was a totally respectable score for a two year old.  In short we had a couple of turkeys throwing turkeys.  Good times.