The Birthday Bowl
Well, it’s my birthday. I’m 53 years young. I still feel pretty young. My body feels like it’s 75 and my mind feels like it’s 25. So, that averages out to my actual age of a little better than fifty. The whole area is frozen in with six inches of snow. Then a whole day of frozen ice. Now everything is as slick as snot. I tried to pull my car out and, even in four wheel drive, it spun and slid to where I almost couldn’t get it back into the garage. So we all decided to walk down to “Big Al’s” bowling ally. We had a beer, pizza and bowled two games. After two “birthday beers” and a half of a pizza, my game suffered a few pins because of my overstuffed belly. For the life of me, I can’t understand how bowling is considered a “sport.” To me it’s the same as golf… which is also considered a sport. As far as I’m concerned, anything where a participant can smoke, drink, and eat fatty foods, all the while, your heart rate fails to get above what it would normally be sitting in a lazy-boy watching TV and eating the same things, is definitely should not be considered a sport.
After tonight’s intake, I can definitely feel my self getting older.