We went bowling with some neighbors this afternoon to celebrate Heidi's birthday. The center was pretty deserted as our group of six settled into our two lanes, but the quiet didn't last long. A party of twenty or so started bowling down the way, and their cheers for each other rang through the center. Then a group of ten kids under ten took the lanes to our left, but they were more interested in us than we were in them.
"Is that the lady who just bowled a strike?" a little boy of about eight asked me as Heidi walked away.
"Yes!" I answered. "But have you seen this guy bowl?" I pointed at AJ. "It's crazy!"
He had a style of hurling the ball two-handed from his hip, spinning down the lane with speeds of over 16 mph, and there was a satisfying clap and a lot of pin action when it made contact. It was also very effective: his high game was a 185.
The kid was only minimally impressed. "I bowled two spares already," he told me before trotting off to take his next turn.
A little while later, one of the moms was bowling alone, using the bumpers and cleaning up most of the pins on her second ball. "Nice!" I congratulated her as she picked up a tricky split.
"Thanks," she laughed. "All the kids are in the arcade, and I figured somebody should actually bowl!"
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