Knocked Down Fighting
03/12/08 08:07 AM | Spurts
I have a hole in my foot. It is healing nicely. Tomorrow I go in to see Dr. Gray again. Just a routine how the heck are you healing session. Luckily I am out of the limping limbo and living larger than in the last weeks. I am walking like a duck no more, I may still be lame but it is not in my gait.
I have an old car in my garage, it is still lame. It is in limbo, I am still waiting for my price list from my super secret source in California. Down in limbo. How low can you go?
Like I said, recovery is in both of our futures. I bowled on Sunday. I had a 153 average on the "Nothing Better to Do League". I hadn't picked up my pin assassin in two weeks. It was a test. I passed. Game 1: 152, just one under. Game 2: 154 one over and dead on my average after two, game 3: 186. I made it! I am back. I was a little concerned about the foot, it throbbed for a bit but it held up to being put down, and came back kicking. I can walk the walk again.
Test number two. Last night I had a plan. I planned on going to the Chatterbox to see Eran, a high school friend who was going to be in that area dropping the boys off at the Murat. Not all of my plans go according to design, duh. David Andrichik needed a sub on his Chatterbox 1 team. I answered the call. I called Eran on the way to the kegling and told her I was not at the "box" she said I know, I am.
So I arrived at the bowling palace where I have a 164 average on this league. I am the ringer. I am the sub for any of the four Chatterbox teams. I answered the call. "A" game time, game one: 176, a good twelve over the the required mark. Good enough, we won game one. Game two I started with 4 strikes an 8/ and two more strikes and ended with a 223, (you don't need to be Eli Stone to say WHAM!). Our opponents brought their game too in game 2 and we only won by 7 pins, even with the Colossus of Rolleds only missing a deuce and a quarter by 2. Game three, I have a legitimate shot at a 600 series. Sure I would need a 201. Sure I didn't get. I still managed to be the pit boss for 170 of those oddly shaped targets. I pulled a 569 series and am still the man! Like the car woes, and the foot fouls and the daily grind. I will survive. I guess you could say that I was knocked down fighting too.
Chuck Pace © 2008
I have an old car in my garage, it is still lame. It is in limbo, I am still waiting for my price list from my super secret source in California. Down in limbo. How low can you go?
Like I said, recovery is in both of our futures. I bowled on Sunday. I had a 153 average on the "Nothing Better to Do League". I hadn't picked up my pin assassin in two weeks. It was a test. I passed. Game 1: 152, just one under. Game 2: 154 one over and dead on my average after two, game 3: 186. I made it! I am back. I was a little concerned about the foot, it throbbed for a bit but it held up to being put down, and came back kicking. I can walk the walk again.
Test number two. Last night I had a plan. I planned on going to the Chatterbox to see Eran, a high school friend who was going to be in that area dropping the boys off at the Murat. Not all of my plans go according to design, duh. David Andrichik needed a sub on his Chatterbox 1 team. I answered the call. I called Eran on the way to the kegling and told her I was not at the "box" she said I know, I am.
So I arrived at the bowling palace where I have a 164 average on this league. I am the ringer. I am the sub for any of the four Chatterbox teams. I answered the call. "A" game time, game one: 176, a good twelve over the the required mark. Good enough, we won game one. Game two I started with 4 strikes an 8/ and two more strikes and ended with a 223, (you don't need to be Eli Stone to say WHAM!). Our opponents brought their game too in game 2 and we only won by 7 pins, even with the Colossus of Rolleds only missing a deuce and a quarter by 2. Game three, I have a legitimate shot at a 600 series. Sure I would need a 201. Sure I didn't get. I still managed to be the pit boss for 170 of those oddly shaped targets. I pulled a 569 series and am still the man! Like the car woes, and the foot fouls and the daily grind. I will survive. I guess you could say that I was knocked down fighting too.