tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post4413575875227064384..comments2024-03-26T13:46:42.738-05:00Comments on 4 Quarters, 10 Dimes: Bowl On, Columbia, Bowl OnDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463621516644789183noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post-91834782299900870882018-06-05T21:38:48.417-05:002018-06-05T21:38:48.417-05:00You're on!
You might be flat on your back, bu...You're on!<br /><br />You might be flat on your back, but my back will probably have gone out for drinks at the neighborhood bar, so we'll be even. I've reached the age when I can experience back pain <i>without even a good story to go with it!</i>, which is disappointing, really. Oh well.Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03463621516644789183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post-23187250020469774212018-06-04T16:34:37.601-05:002018-06-04T16:34:37.601-05:00Air hockey... I grew up also going to arcades down...Air hockey... I grew up also going to arcades down the shore. And we had a table in our basement (a homegrown Child Trap, as it were). Someday we need to play a game. I might be flat on my back afterwards, but it'll be worth it. :-)neurondochttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07472615603570622615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post-20912754609323612052018-05-28T09:39:32.951-05:002018-05-28T09:39:32.951-05:00I think you just earned Hero status.
Again.
Lucy...I think you just earned Hero status.<br /><br />Again.<br /><br />LucyLucyInDisguisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08169432604954981941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post-32695896675208391862018-05-28T09:38:36.492-05:002018-05-28T09:38:36.492-05:00There's no particular dividing line between ev...There's no particular dividing line between evil and smart.Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03463621516644789183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post-82430730291782240582018-05-28T09:34:12.689-05:002018-05-28T09:34:12.689-05:00Addendum:
My wife, who actually adores the grandk...Addendum:<br /><br />My wife, who actually adores the grandkids, thinks I am evil.<br /><br />She is so absolutely correct.<br /><br />LucyLucyInDisguisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08169432604954981941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post-12789616738118283612018-05-28T09:32:02.200-05:002018-05-28T09:32:02.200-05:00Being a grandparent, I certainly appreciate the va...Being a grandparent, I certainly appreciate the value of a good Child Trap. Before they died, it was our horses. Now, we pretty much require our daughters to help out with the yard work.<br /><br />They absolutely hate doing yard work. So they have the grandkids do it. grandkids hate yard work even more than their parents.<br /><br />So they all go someplace else. Park, canyon, movie theater ...<br /><br />Problem solved.<br /><br />LucyLucyInDisguisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08169432604954981941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post-91358517177543229402018-05-28T09:24:58.895-05:002018-05-28T09:24:58.895-05:00I figured the Question would be something about an...I figured the Question would be something about analyzing your own technique to make you overthink things, but as an academic I'm used to that sort of thing. It's kind of my default mode, really. Fortunately I've learned to turn it off most of the time. But thanks for not posting it anyway. :)<br /><br />You would definitely have owned all of our souls. We were happy just to sink two or three balls in a row, and - like bowling - that's still my mark to shoot for. It's another thing I don't get to do very much anymore - the last guy I knew who had a regular pool night was the same GOP friend who took me golfing, and while he was pretty good about things his friends were less welcoming.<br /><br />Now air hockey, though...<br /><br />All those years at the arcades down the Jersey shore as a child in the 1970s were good practice. Plus, my grandparents had a table in the basement. I didn't figure it out until years later, but that air hockey table was basically a Child Trap. All the grandkids would hit the front door and stream down into the basement for air hockey, and the adults would have the upstairs <i>all to themselves.</i> Genius!Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03463621516644789183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post-13592146562943576872018-05-27T15:52:24.986-05:002018-05-27T15:52:24.986-05:00If you’re a bowler, you have undoubtedly heard the...If you’re a bowler, you have undoubtedly heard the “Question”. It has to do with technique. I will not pose it here, just on account a cuz. At the time, I hadn’t even heard of Obsessive/Compulsive Disorder, let alone understood what it meant. For those of us who suffer (and, admittedly I don’t really ‘suffer’) from OCD, we tend to overthink things. (<<<serious understatement of the century!) <br /><br />After analyzing everything up to and including the release of the ball, I had to reconstruct that whole bit in a vain attempt to do what had come entirely naturally before. What I ended up with would best be described as ‘contrived’. 71. Best of 3 games. 71. Went from consistent strikes & spares to gutters and 2 or 3 pins.<br /><br />As to golf, I shot a reasonably consistent 18 -20 over par. I’m told that ain’t really bad, but … OCD seeks perfection. I was unwilling to put forth the effort required to improve, mostly ‘cause I didn’t really enjoy the game all that much, so I just gave my clubs away and gave it up for Lent.<br /><br />Pool, on the other hand, is very near and dear to my heart. I have placed in 9 of the 11 tournaments I have competed in, winning six outright, placing second in the other three. if I get the break, I will run the table 29 out of 30 games, so nobody except very good players wants to play. I don’t actually know anyone who can hold up, so two years ago I sold my table to a relative. They covered it with an air hockey game.<br /><br />Had I played at your church, I would have ended up owning all your souls. And that, my friend, is a very spooky thought, indeed …<br /><br />😈<br /><br />LucyLucyInDisguisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08169432604954981941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post-25662601474424217602018-05-27T10:37:18.065-05:002018-05-27T10:37:18.065-05:00225? Pretty darned impressive!
That must have be...225? Pretty darned impressive!<br /><br />That must have been a hell of a question.<br /><br />I tried golf once. A friend of mine took me to the local course and we played 9 holes. After 3 holes he looked at me and said, "You play softball, don't you?" "Yeah." "It's a different swing." Who knew? Between that and the fact that all of the conversation afterward with the rest of his friends was entirely GOP talking points, I figured I'd stick with windmills and mermaids for my golfing experience.<br /><br />I had the same trouble with tennis, actually, minus the poor choice of conversational topics. If you can hit a softball out of the infield, you can hit a tennis ball into the next county. And then all you can do is stand there looking sheepish while someone either goes and gets it or gets out a new ball. That gets old fast.<br /><br />I'm no good at pool or chess, but I don't mind losing if I'm having fun. We'll have to try it sometime if our paths cross. :)<br /><br />I learned to play pool in the basement of my church when I was a teenager. We played for <i>souls.</i>Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03463621516644789183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977625681756554695.post-10049817149389784862018-05-27T10:28:00.878-05:002018-05-27T10:28:00.878-05:00Fun razors* are indeed worthy of the time and mone...Fun razors* are indeed worthy of the time and money parted with. <br /><br />I used to love to bowl when I was in my teens. Was actually pretty good at. Consistently broke 225.<br /><br />Then some smart-ass asked me "the Question".<br /><br />😡 😢<br /><br />(Be forewarned.)<br /><br />All in good fun, you understand, but it worked. Destroyed my game. Not only did I seldom reach 100, last game I played I had an incredibly tough time breaking 70. Eventually took up golf. Didn't fare well there, either. Tried tennis. Found out that I have a killer, nearly unreturnable serve. Was shit when that ball did come back over the net. Gave up on that routine, too. <br /><br />In time, I learned that the only game I was any good at was billiards and pool. Now my challenge is finding someone (who doesn't know my skill level) to play a game.<br /><br />I have a similar problem with chess (but, alas, that doesn't require any balls to play so I will save my whining about that for another day).<br /><br />Lucy<br /><br />*Not a typo. They're fun. And designed to separate you and your money with razor-sharp precision. 😁LucyInDisguisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08169432604954981941noreply@blogger.com