Bowling is almost just as fun as putting cereal in a bowl... (no, not punny?)
All throughout childhood, birthday parties were catered to either pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey, rock climbing, ice skating... or bowling.
We would all rush to get our shoes, pick our bowling balls, stare intensely at the gaming area and get jealous when the other kids got strikes during the game and you didn't. Either that, or we would cry over the fact our best friend was placed in the other lane instead of with us. Clearly, bowling can be a traumatizing time for kids.
But when we get older, some other types of things happen, things that we don't even realize before we head on down to bowling town:
1. You argue unnecessarily with the group about who goes in what order.
At least five minutes of your bowling game is donated to this.
2. It's awkward to assimilate yourself into your lane when another family is mid-game.
You feel bad using the bowling balls already there— you act as if they own them!
3. You break your nails... all of them.
Better not get a manicure the day before, just saying. Those three holes are just less-than-subtle nail-clippers
4. Somehow, even those with no competitive nature come alive.
They can't stand it when the ball hits the gutter. They gasp and sigh and maybe even cry.
5. Your body will curve itself, thinking the ball will artfully move the way you're moving.
We think we have this magical superpower or something.
6. You forget about the fun, little, mini air-conditioner at the end of the machine where the bowling balls shoot out of.
Does anyone know the name of that machine?
7. You become too aware of how the shoes you're wearing have been worn by the rest of the world
Is it lame sometimes I bring extra socks?
8. You act like you're only playing one game, but always go for the second.
And there goes the other twenty in your wallet.
9. The one arm you use to throw the bowling ball becomes that of the Hulk's and the other arm you're not using now feels like a noodle.
If only we could use both...
10. You regret not using bumpers.
Any time that you convince yourself you don't need bumpers, you tragically prove yourself wrong... again.