I am a perfectionist.
I am also the world's worst bowler.
I'm not being self-deprecating to be cute or ironic. I am really bad.
I'm actually OK with this. Surprising, for a perfectionist. But I find that when you bowl like once a year, you can stink it up with impunity.
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Durel has also accepted how bad I am at bowling, though he marvels at the sheer crappiness of my game. He's pretty good. He's just really athletic, so he's good at stuff.
I switch things up by going from the left gutter to the right. Every now and then, I get a freak strike. It's like when the really drunk person at the bar sinks the eight ball. Just the universe playing a little joke on you.
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Jack appears to have inherited Durel's bowling gene, not mine. This is good news.
We bowled the other day with one of Jack's buddies. Team Bernard represented well, no thanks to me.
|Universal Truth: The shoes are a lot of the fun.|
|Sneaking up on it, as we do.|
|Go, bowling ball! Be free!|
|It's like Uptown Funk meets bowling alley.|