Pin(head)s Ahead

~There are times in our lives when we can either die of embarrassment, or laugh with the rest of them. I, once prone to embarrassment, now opt for hearty laughter. Laughter has had a lot of strange meaning to me lately, but I won't get into that.
~Last night I went bowling with some peeps. None of us could be considered talented bowlers, but how many people list "bowling skills" on their resume? I was pretty geekishly proud of how my game had been going so far as I stepped up to show the kiddies how it was done. Shoes: firmly tied, pants: sufficiently rolled, alley: slick, ball: just right, game face: on. I started my perfectly planned walk to a successful frame. The back-swing is when it all went down the toilet. Perhaps the finger holes were too large. Perhaps my hands were too sweaty. Either way, the ball went in the wrong direction. It didn't seem to understand that the pins were straight ahead. At least I succeeded in providing some entertainment for the evening.
~Then, later, a girl decided that we needed some extra amusement. She was obviously not paying enough attention to the lane as she thrust the ball toward the pins. As the ball journeyed down the alley, we realized that the mechanism placing the pins was still down. She seemed to have not waited for it to replace the pins after the previous player's 10th frame. The ball bounced off the bar and came slowly rolling back. I think we should go pro.