Moshi moshi, Guardians.
I went bowling with the senior league yesterday and, to my utter astonishment (and not a little bit of horror), received the results of last week's meet declaring that my team had placed first overall - earning me a tidy fifteen bucks along with dark and stormy glances from some of the old timers (perhaps some clarification is in order as they're all "old" you see -- it's a senior's league, but in this case I'm referring to people who have a long history with the league).
I imagine that if my team keeps winning, somebody might bring up the glaring issue of my ineligibility on the basis of my not-yet-advanced-enough age. I'm not certain whether that would be a blessing or a curse. In the meantime, I've got fifteen shekels burning a hole in my pocket and I'm on the prowl for more.
In other news, I've struck up a friendship with a gentleman at the bowling alley who is in the process of teaching me, week by week, to sling the ball down lane without use of the holes. I would describe the method as as unorthodox as it is powerful. Just wait till those old geezers get a whiff of what I'm cooking!!! HA HA HAAAA!!!
I'm a good shot with a pistol or rifle, but it doesn't make me a damn bit better at bowling. That's how the picture is related to the text. I didn't know it was gonna work out that way until just now, so I'm as surprised as you are.
Excelsior, Guardians!
