My co-workers and I spent the afternoon at Webb’s Royal York Bowl.
Today is Wednesday and the seniors’ leagues play on Wednesdays and Fridays at 1 pm. We got there about halfway through the festivities. In honour of the holidays the seniors had a guy in Santa suit milling cheerfully about and they also had a whole lot of donuts and snacks. Some of the seniors seemed nice and friendly and others looked ready to conk you on the head with a pair of bowling shoes for getting in their way.
I have never seen so many active old people in one place at one time.
I bowled one strike and two spares but I think I was the lowest scoring player overall. I’m actually pretty good at 5 Pin (from my days as a camp counsellor) but I suck at 10 Pin — the balls are just too heavy. I would’ve kicked some ass if we were playing with the smaller balls. Really. I probably would’ve won.
Also, another good excuse for my poor performance is my RSI. After about 5 or so turns my arms and fingers were numb. But I didn’t care, I wanted to knock down some damn pins.
Next year our holiday party should perhaps not involve a competition. I am such a poor loser. Good thing I’m great at most things and I need not suffer this type of humiliation on a regular basis.
Remember that afternoon at the driving range…You are perhaps not as sporty as you think.
It was only an exhibition, not a competition and there was no wagering.