Live like a cartoon, die like a cartoon!
Some days your imagination just doesn’t serve you well. My son discovered this confusing lesson while we bowled a few games at the local alley.
I took my son bowling on Sunday, he was so excited to go. Just the day before we’d been stopped at the bowling alley counter, no lanes were available even at 1 PM…. the reason you ask? Birthdays! Not leagues but birthdays! In an effort to keep ME on task (meaning taking him bowling) he even looked up the phone number of the bowling alley on the internet and proudly handed it to me saying, “I found the number Dad, just in case you wanna call them.”
We showed up at 11 AM on Sunday and were given lane 25 to bowl at. The computer that tracks score was off from the start, and after a few trips back to the counter we were moved to lane 26. If you are unaware, most computerized alley’s now keep track of the actual balls and frames it believe’s you’ve bowled. All of this worked to deminish Chris’s stamina.
The first game was pretty good for both of us, my son bowled a 91, and I a modest 135. By the second game my young Lane Jedi started to tire of the bowling experience he’d pine away for just 24 hours earlier. At the 5th frame I could tell his mind had started to wander to some distance land of make believe. By the 7th frame he was starting to prance around like Fred Flinstone on his tippy toes before tossing the ball down the hardwood lanes! Poor misguided boy, a once promising game turned into cartoon of flops and gutter shots. He didn’t score another point the entire game!
The only lesson I could leave with him….. Live life like a cartoon, die like a cartoon.
His third game was much better.
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