
Impressive right? I thought I was destined for greatness. Never mind the fact that I'd never gotten a turkey before, or that my normal goal in bowling was just to get to 100; I was good. Real good. Maybe even professional team worthy. I even had the perfect bowling name. Kelso. Doesn't it just strike fear in your bowling heart? But then I got nervous and never wanted to go bowling again. I mean when you bowl that good, there really is no going back. Last week for FHE we went bowling and even though I insisted I was content on just watching, my loving FHE father bought me a game. How kind of him. I got up for my first bowl, and I could feel the tension in the air, since I'd stupidly announced to my whole FHE family what I'd gotten the last time I had gone bowling. I picked up the ball and threw it down the lane.. gutter ball. Shaking it off, I bowled again.. another gutter ball. In the end I bowled a measly 67, crushing all dreams of becoming a professional bowler. Please note from the picture below that on my fifth frame I only had 14 points.. also note that I didn't lose.

I may be bad, but at least I'm not the worst.