I was told since I had to keep it short because of the lack of people.
So here it goes.
Jail
Jiggly wiggilies
On the nipple
Side bets every game
What is a lucky penny
Watch out that's more jail bait
Boy do I love to sing SUMMERTIME
I think they put turkey lard out there
I am not scared of that ten pin anymore
Red Line sweeps all three and thanks Lady Tortoise for the luck.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
From Zero to Hero
I'm not a natural born leader.
Since my birth my father has tried to do otherwise though. After my brother failed my father (in my father's eyes only), he turned to me in my youth to extract the same qualities that constitutes a leader of men. I was taught how to create, build, and care for all the plants, trees, and animals on our large ranch. Bu he also taught me how to hunt, trap, and ultimately, kill. I excelled, to his happiness, at many things, but I excelled at two things, Husbandry (which is animal care, not what most of you guys are doing now) and Marksmanship. I excelled in all things guns for a while in my young life, till I found that I was expected to kill animals for fun with them, like a lot of men on my father's side did. At any rate, through all the wilderness survival, gun work, and animal care my father stressed one thing.
Focus.
I am starting to wonder if I have actually focused throughly through out a full set of frames. I know cleaning up a tenth frame with a turkey is not foreign to me, but last night in the last game I found my zone. It was in between the Tom Collins and the training from my father.
I focused last night, simple as that. But other factors were influential as well. Some of these are comical, some are serious. I'll let you make up your own mind which are which.
First off, The Tortoise had already done it. The veil of mystery had been pierced, the path had been blazed. Even if The Tortoise didn't show us exactly how it was done, he at least showed us that it COULD be done. That is enough for me most of the time. Like I said before, I am not much of a leader, but I'm one hell of a follower.
Secondly, There were no beautiful women around. That's a weak one for me. Nothing shatters my focus more, hell my thought process, than connecting eyes with a lovely young woman. (and I stress woman, at least I hope in all cases) No matter the reaction, good or bad, that connection for that split second makes me think of other things besides bowling. Which inevitably messes with my tempo and social rhythm. Even if I refrain from looking, I disrupt my Zen by having to spend energy and focus trying NOT to look.
I've been working on this lately, this weakness. I've considered improving my focus, meditating on either keeping distractions like beautiful women outside my attention, or possibly even heroically overcoming the petty problem, to look beautiful women in they eyes, and to come away with some secret knowledge, some inner confidence that would allow me to throw with unparalleled skill and ability.
I went with a third option though. I raised my standards. Simple really, works too. Enough said.The third reason was that I was in a very comfortable atmosphere. The gang was jovial, the liquor was plentiful, life was good. We were right back on those two infamous lanes, lanes three and four, which The Tortoise had so supernaturally threw his first closed game a week prior. So comfortable was I that I did not realize what was going on till about the fifth or sixth frame, and I honestly didn't start sweating till the about the eighth frame.
The Closed 242 was certainly a highlight in my bowling non-profit career. It was a hell of a lot of fun too. I'm just glad to get my first money game win.
I wonder what's next in store.
Since my birth my father has tried to do otherwise though. After my brother failed my father (in my father's eyes only), he turned to me in my youth to extract the same qualities that constitutes a leader of men. I was taught how to create, build, and care for all the plants, trees, and animals on our large ranch. Bu he also taught me how to hunt, trap, and ultimately, kill. I excelled, to his happiness, at many things, but I excelled at two things, Husbandry (which is animal care, not what most of you guys are doing now) and Marksmanship. I excelled in all things guns for a while in my young life, till I found that I was expected to kill animals for fun with them, like a lot of men on my father's side did. At any rate, through all the wilderness survival, gun work, and animal care my father stressed one thing.
Focus.
I am starting to wonder if I have actually focused throughly through out a full set of frames. I know cleaning up a tenth frame with a turkey is not foreign to me, but last night in the last game I found my zone. It was in between the Tom Collins and the training from my father.
I focused last night, simple as that. But other factors were influential as well. Some of these are comical, some are serious. I'll let you make up your own mind which are which.
First off, The Tortoise had already done it. The veil of mystery had been pierced, the path had been blazed. Even if The Tortoise didn't show us exactly how it was done, he at least showed us that it COULD be done. That is enough for me most of the time. Like I said before, I am not much of a leader, but I'm one hell of a follower.
Secondly, There were no beautiful women around. That's a weak one for me. Nothing shatters my focus more, hell my thought process, than connecting eyes with a lovely young woman. (and I stress woman, at least I hope in all cases) No matter the reaction, good or bad, that connection for that split second makes me think of other things besides bowling. Which inevitably messes with my tempo and social rhythm. Even if I refrain from looking, I disrupt my Zen by having to spend energy and focus trying NOT to look.
I've been working on this lately, this weakness. I've considered improving my focus, meditating on either keeping distractions like beautiful women outside my attention, or possibly even heroically overcoming the petty problem, to look beautiful women in they eyes, and to come away with some secret knowledge, some inner confidence that would allow me to throw with unparalleled skill and ability.
I went with a third option though. I raised my standards. Simple really, works too. Enough said.The third reason was that I was in a very comfortable atmosphere. The gang was jovial, the liquor was plentiful, life was good. We were right back on those two infamous lanes, lanes three and four, which The Tortoise had so supernaturally threw his first closed game a week prior. So comfortable was I that I did not realize what was going on till about the fifth or sixth frame, and I honestly didn't start sweating till the about the eighth frame.
The Closed 242 was certainly a highlight in my bowling non-profit career. It was a hell of a lot of fun too. I'm just glad to get my first money game win.
I wonder what's next in store.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
The Night That Was
My priority is drinking, so I don't like to talk much about bowling. But it's been a little difficult to avoid the topic lately.
I have had good streaks before, but none like the one I had last night. It was incredible. To quote the summary put out by UABA when I was named Money game winner of the night: 3 Games, 629 pins 21 strikes, with two games of 9 strikes and a new career high of 249 followed by a 264.I wish I could explain why a bowler catches fire at the lanes. You just do. You see the pins better. It's hard to put into words because, obviously, your eyesight doesn't suddenly get better. Maybe something shifts in your brain that allows you -- for some limited time -- to be hyper-focused. I don't know. All I know is that my eyes seem to pick the target up right before it left my hand.
And here's Part II of being on a good streak: When your turn reaches you, you know exactly what to do with it. I always have a plan for every ball, which depends on how much I’ve had to drink, what the game situation is, etc. So that's the same whether you're on a good streak or a bad one. But when you're going good, you execute your plan almost every time. You get the ball you're looking for. You throw it just the way you want. And of course, success breeds confidence. So when you're going good, you relax. You don't press. You don't go trying to throw it through the back of the wall when all you need is to put it in the right spot. You go up to the lane truly believing that no pin can stay on its feet. I know, too, that part of any really great streak has some element of luck. I got a lot of Brooklyn’s. They weren't setting the pins down with one missing and the Bowling Gods weren't striking me down either. I had the opportunities to come through and they keep falling. It helped that Lunch Money bought me a Capt & Coke. I love that drink. It's the drink of my childhood. Some people have asked if I had any superstitions about how to keep the streak going -- like not changing my socks or taking advice from a particular coach and since I heavily believe in superstitions, I worried when my drink ran out, I tried to toe tap a little bit more, I kept checking out the same girls, I touched the blower fan in the same place and I touched myself in the same place. So, I turned into an OCD freak. We're up against the Mets tonight and looking to have another exciting win like yesterdays. I'm still feeling invincible at my desk, although a touch hung-over. I still feel that no pin can stand straight up. Even when they do stand up, I know I'm throwing well and that pin was a lucky son of a gun.That's it for now. I enjoy answering your questions, so don't hesitate to write me. I'll answer them in a future entry. As always, thanks for reading and for supporting my teammates and me. We love seeing you out at the bowling lane.
Okay so all of this was stolen from Bengie Molina’s Blog Behind the Mask on http://www.sfgiants.com/ I just changed a few words to protect the innocent J
I have had good streaks before, but none like the one I had last night. It was incredible. To quote the summary put out by UABA when I was named Money game winner of the night: 3 Games, 629 pins 21 strikes, with two games of 9 strikes and a new career high of 249 followed by a 264.I wish I could explain why a bowler catches fire at the lanes. You just do. You see the pins better. It's hard to put into words because, obviously, your eyesight doesn't suddenly get better. Maybe something shifts in your brain that allows you -- for some limited time -- to be hyper-focused. I don't know. All I know is that my eyes seem to pick the target up right before it left my hand.
And here's Part II of being on a good streak: When your turn reaches you, you know exactly what to do with it. I always have a plan for every ball, which depends on how much I’ve had to drink, what the game situation is, etc. So that's the same whether you're on a good streak or a bad one. But when you're going good, you execute your plan almost every time. You get the ball you're looking for. You throw it just the way you want. And of course, success breeds confidence. So when you're going good, you relax. You don't press. You don't go trying to throw it through the back of the wall when all you need is to put it in the right spot. You go up to the lane truly believing that no pin can stay on its feet. I know, too, that part of any really great streak has some element of luck. I got a lot of Brooklyn’s. They weren't setting the pins down with one missing and the Bowling Gods weren't striking me down either. I had the opportunities to come through and they keep falling. It helped that Lunch Money bought me a Capt & Coke. I love that drink. It's the drink of my childhood. Some people have asked if I had any superstitions about how to keep the streak going -- like not changing my socks or taking advice from a particular coach and since I heavily believe in superstitions, I worried when my drink ran out, I tried to toe tap a little bit more, I kept checking out the same girls, I touched the blower fan in the same place and I touched myself in the same place. So, I turned into an OCD freak. We're up against the Mets tonight and looking to have another exciting win like yesterdays. I'm still feeling invincible at my desk, although a touch hung-over. I still feel that no pin can stand straight up. Even when they do stand up, I know I'm throwing well and that pin was a lucky son of a gun.That's it for now. I enjoy answering your questions, so don't hesitate to write me. I'll answer them in a future entry. As always, thanks for reading and for supporting my teammates and me. We love seeing you out at the bowling lane.
Okay so all of this was stolen from Bengie Molina’s Blog Behind the Mask on http://www.sfgiants.com/ I just changed a few words to protect the innocent J
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