Last night the good Reverend Hill and I went bowling. (Reverent in name only.) In our ongoing "Battle for the Wooden Grail" he was up 3 games to 2, and it was my chance, my big chance. I could have been a contender, a big shot. Could have been throwing craps in heaven with the angels. (Not sure what that means, but it came so I went with it.) At first things looked good. I got my exact average, 133, while Andrew scored a disappointing (for him) 106. I confidently threw another Yuengling into my empty stomach while Andrew remarked that a different ball might serve him better.

3-3. The match was tied. The trap was set. The game was on.

Yeah, I went and blew the next 2 while Dre threw strikes, 9s and spares. What kills me is just two months ago I was bowling like that, and now I can't get back on that level. I think the only answer is practicing more.

NEXT TIME, HILL... NEXT TIME!! (said a la Dr. Klaw from Inspector Gadget cartoons)