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Strikes at Night
Everyone loves free stuff. You go to a concert and pull a hamstring to get that awesome t-shirt thrown into the crowd but to your disappointment the Grandma in front you caught it as she was asking around for the bathroom. Or when you attend yard sales or garage sales, the free bin is always checked out. Or even better- when the University offers you to bowl for free and have as much fun with it as you want. Free stuff never sounded so good.
It all happened one Tuesday night when Manna, Mike, Kevin, and I ventured over to the University Center for some physical exercise in the weight room and around the track. As we exited the room a bowling sign-up sheet caught our eye- and that’s all it took. Soon we were forming a team, writing down our names, and narrowing down team names. The best part is that none of us can bowl! Our team Captain, Mark, who was not present at the work out, doesn’t matter if his ball goes down the gutter. He’s having a great time. And so are we.
At our first night we piled in Mike’s car for the first time as team RamRod. Even though we had a little trouble finding the bowling lanes in the small town of Edinboro, we made it on time, prepared to bowl and get a few strikes. We bowled on lanes 18 and 19. But those number’s could of fooled me. They might as well have been labeled number 13 or 666. Little bowling lanes aren’t state of the art, so there are break downs, and then there are delays, and then we get out of the place at 12:30. Bummer. But despite the long night, we laughed a lot and even beat the other team. Miracles on earth.
Our second week was expected to go a lot smoother…and you can call me the President of the United States. But this time it was the President of SGA and his groupies we were going up against instead of last time where we dominated the game against a bunch of carefree girls. One of these groupies in the frat was even nicknamed “Chedda”. Soon we all discovered we were either cursed or someone out there hated us- lanes 13 and 14 were ripped out and replaced by lanes 18 and 19. Again, we didn’t get out of Edinboro Lanes until 12:30. But we held our ground, we bowled a terrific night and even had a secret weapon- John.
Bowling was never my thing. I can barely lift the balls they have placed on the racks at the lane since I left my 3 lb plastic ball at home. However I was thrilled when it was time for a glow-bowling night at Falcon Lanes at home with the youth group. Somewhat Edinboro lanes reminds me of the same kind of silliness, only with more cursing.
Team RamRod will soon be sporting team shirts soon too. Stay tuned for that as well.
Getting out on a Wednesday night isn’t so bad. Sometimes you just have to get out of your cubicle and go on strike.
It all happened one Tuesday night when Manna, Mike, Kevin, and I ventured over to the University Center for some physical exercise in the weight room and around the track. As we exited the room a bowling sign-up sheet caught our eye- and that’s all it took. Soon we were forming a team, writing down our names, and narrowing down team names. The best part is that none of us can bowl! Our team Captain, Mark, who was not present at the work out, doesn’t matter if his ball goes down the gutter. He’s having a great time. And so are we.
At our first night we piled in Mike’s car for the first time as team RamRod. Even though we had a little trouble finding the bowling lanes in the small town of Edinboro, we made it on time, prepared to bowl and get a few strikes. We bowled on lanes 18 and 19. But those number’s could of fooled me. They might as well have been labeled number 13 or 666. Little bowling lanes aren’t state of the art, so there are break downs, and then there are delays, and then we get out of the place at 12:30. Bummer. But despite the long night, we laughed a lot and even beat the other team. Miracles on earth.
Our second week was expected to go a lot smoother…and you can call me the President of the United States. But this time it was the President of SGA and his groupies we were going up against instead of last time where we dominated the game against a bunch of carefree girls. One of these groupies in the frat was even nicknamed “Chedda”. Soon we all discovered we were either cursed or someone out there hated us- lanes 13 and 14 were ripped out and replaced by lanes 18 and 19. Again, we didn’t get out of Edinboro Lanes until 12:30. But we held our ground, we bowled a terrific night and even had a secret weapon- John.
Bowling was never my thing. I can barely lift the balls they have placed on the racks at the lane since I left my 3 lb plastic ball at home. However I was thrilled when it was time for a glow-bowling night at Falcon Lanes at home with the youth group. Somewhat Edinboro lanes reminds me of the same kind of silliness, only with more cursing.
Team RamRod will soon be sporting team shirts soon too. Stay tuned for that as well.
Getting out on a Wednesday night isn’t so bad. Sometimes you just have to get out of your cubicle and go on strike.
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