A League of My Own

Ok, so not many people are aware of the fact that I am actually on a Bowling League. This is most likely because I don't find it a fact worth bragging about. The sport of bowling has but one outstanding hero and that's Jeff Lebowski. I bowl for Gumby's Pizza / Court of Hero's, my local sports bar / pub. Take a lookit the website I made for them that they still haven't picked up yet. If I had known better, I woulda held out for the new Jedi League they're starting up. However, we are actually defending our title as the reigning champions of the "hospitality night" at Alley Katz. I was there last... um wouldja call it a 'season'? I played 2 actual games as a sub-in player, got to present the winning 'loving cup' to an applauding bar-crowd, but dipped before everybody started drinking Yagerbombs from the trophy. I heard they all got sick ;) Anyway, defending a title totally sucks. Especially when all the other teams suddenly decide to show up. So I was more than relieved when I noticed this last Monday that our opponents were strangely absent. It took us a while, but we soon figured out they had made it out the Monday prior, which was Memorial Day, which meant no league play. Their team was given the option to 'pre-bowl' and they took it. They played their 3 games which was electronically recorded and stored for us the following week. Then we saw their team name; 'Rick James'. We quickly changed that to "Rick James Bitch" and of course re-listed ourselves as 'Gumby Damnit'. Then, as we played their scores magically appeared as if the ghost of Rick James were actually knockin' down the pins. This also meant that we could bowl a lot faster, rolling on both lanes at a time. This didn't help. Instead of staying in the zone, it amplified our mistakes, and there was just something eerie about getting schooled by a ghost. Well to be honest, we didn't all get screwed. Sam was gleaming the cube with his knee-cap shattering ninja-rolling style. He literally dropped to the ground before releasing the ball each time resulting in a resounding crack from his right knee, but he bowled like a demon! My final round, I didn't close a single frame; No strikes, no spares. Last time I did that, I was like 12, bowling in a kids league for an action figure as a prize... come to think of it, that Star Wars league might not be sucha bad idea =)