I wanted to do a post in honor of Memorial day and what not a better topic then are lost friends.

To the four fathers of the Norris 6
Once there was so many eight to be exact
Many pens have fallen in laughter and joy.
Even more drinks tipped back but who keeps score.
But some brothers were gone this week for sure.

Jelly D was the first to disappear in the fog.
With a move to a new city; boy, he has gotten skinny
Even found him a woman, but that did not cure him.
I am sure that his money would have been pretty

Then there was Pool boy who did not drown
I miss him most of all, why he is my oldest friend of all.
He will not give up his two dolors he is a tight Jew.
Now he just sits home with a frown wondering what to do.

High ball went down with a double barrel scotch.
Sat at home and looked at his watch.
To tired to play to tired to smoke ha ha what a funny joke.
We all know his two dolors went up in smoke.

Now there was a professor who googled the world.
Said he had three BBQ's missed them all.
You know he sat home and watched LA fall.
We take his two dolors week after week Must be his nasty Feet.

Too all my friends in the Norris 6 I miss you much,
All I am doing it try to stay in touch.
To bad you are all a bunch of cluster F@&ks
But you are my friends and I poured one out for my homies
Because this week I took the Money with a 158

See you all next week. You guys are the best.

Little Scores, Big Winner. Meat the Bowloffs

Money Game:
Lunch Money- 156
Professor X- 156
Red Line- 156
Tortise- Not a 156

BOWLOFF
1st Round
Lunch Money- X
Professor X- X
Red Line- 7

2nd Round
Lunch Money- X
Professor X- 7

Winner Lunch Money

The Recap

Ok so I have just read Diego Maradona's auto biography so I thought I would honor him and the golden hand. Now the start of his book had some interpretations of some of his favorite sayings. I thought I would use them in my Recap. Here they are so you understand.

Vaccinate - Literally meaning to inject or jab, Maradona uses it in the same way as "f*@k", both literally and figuratively. Thus, if he vaccinates a Woman he has had sex with her and if he vaccinates an opponent he has scored a goal

Thermos-head - Someone who is stupid or slow

Take the cat's milk - This is generally used in a sense similar to ' take the piss', or ' be out of order'. It also suggest stealing, or doing something illegal

Let the tortoise get away - This suggest someone who has reacted slowly, been not with it, not on the ball

Give the dog its face back - Someone who is dog-faced, disqualified from or lacking in authority to pass comment.

All the signs were pointing that Monday night was going to be my day. Let me see if my photographic memory can recall them. On the way to the bolwing ally I made a sdie bet. If I can do any of thsee bowl a prefect game, a Dutch 200, a 300, any thing over 200, and or win the mneoy game. I wuold take the nxet day off.

So I pull up fvie muintes befroe 9:00 and the Profsseor is wiating in his car. To sohw me he is trhee he htis his braeks trhee tmies. We wlak up Porfsesor geos up to the counter and ltes the Thremos haed konw we are tehre. As I wlak to the talbe to sit, bam I fnid three dimes and tell Porfeesor its a sgin I am giong to win tnoight. He luaghs lttile deos he konw it was the secnod sgin. That's wehn I haer the Thremos haed call out the fmaous nmae Chcuk yuor lnae is raedy. The Profsseor then hnads me the Mromon rules to dirnking and bwoling. Deicding to be a man of my wrod I go up to the bar and buy the prefossor his beer ( go Shraks ). Sign three a man pyaing off all dbets to claer his nmae. Eevry one else arirves and the bwoling begins. I am alawys frist wehn the Prefossor deos the lnene up so the frist ball I chcuk and let the tortoise get aawy form me. Only to be told I hvae to dirnk baceuse taht's the cosenqeunce of a gettur ball. Dam but why is eevry one dirnknig with me. Sign fuor my bset of frenids dirnknig in my srorow of thworing the frist gettur ball of the ngiht. Now I htae to Gvie the dog its fcae bcak but as I hold the rcoerd for musnons rghit now. Eervy one shuold drnik all the tmie wehn I bwol. Eevn the Polbooy baet me the frsit game. The Tritosie puts dwon the frist Terkuy and gtes to mkae a rlue. He tekas the cat's milk and otus the dinrking gmae. Thnak god beacuse I was all raedy dirnknig a lot baceuse of my good gmae. The sceond gmae strats abuot hlaf way thourgh we gvie the dog its fcae bcak and chcek out the methhaed arcoss the way. Luaghnig at the pciking of the fcae and cnsotant bursihng of her hiar. I tehn tlel Lncuh Mnoey taht's what I do all day sit in a lbboy at pcik out all the carck haeds and waht knid of durgs tehy are on. Sgin fvie the Ridlene strats to pay his pts to cmoe too bwoling to dsrtiact the othres. Cost me aonther fvie bcuks to hvae her hit on the Trotosie the old lday csot me ten.

With a sruprise appaernace of a old fiernd ED and aonther apperaance form my scocer cerw. I kenw thnigs wree looknig my way. Defnelty sgin sveen epseically when the frist thnig I bwol is a stirke wtih tehm wtaching. The lfet lnae was defanitly well oelid and the pnis wree bieng vciactaned by are balls. But I cuold slitl not put out any of the thnigs I needed for the day off. So I wnet bcak to a old Hgih Scohol tarditoins and I tkae the ctas mlik. Yes Behnid the biulding the Ctas Mlik was seppid out of two not one but two peps. The thrid gmae bgeins to tortose agian pciknig up on aorthnr Thrrmos Haed wtih a affro. Tosrtoe tekas full adavatnge of the tpis or Gerek she was tacehnig him. Wtih a hgue stirke. I my slef flal rgiht into the gettur aahin. Qicukly raeliizng taht wrok was giong to be my futrue for tomrorow. Atfer wacthing the Profsesor jmup to a big laed at the bigneing of the gmae my hpoe was lsot. Lnuch Mnoey hodilng his own wtih the pttaen prseokaing wram up and dubloing his aticon wtih a raepparence of the Iopd. I kenw I was in truoble. My olny hpoe was the Trtooise wuold let the totroise get aawy form him and taht Poboloy wuold sotp tlkaing carp to me. Tehn the egiht sgin hit me. The Afro top thremos haed pionts her attnetoin on me. She gvae the wsee adicve of if you wnat to hit the 4-7 cmobiatnion you got to aim for the 4 or 7 pen. So taht's waht I did. Tehn Bam I got a trukey and tehn Bam aontehr trkuey I was Vaccnaiting the pnis and bcak in the gmae and wtih a ltitle hlep I cuold win. I jsut needed the Professor to cohke and he alawys lets the tortoise get aawy so I was golden there. By the way fix your nsaty toe. But I aslo needed the infamous Lucnh Money to gvie me a break. Feeling the pressure of alawys being second I was worried but right away with the first thorw I realized that Lunch Money too let the tortoise get away. I had Vaccinated all my friends and stole there two dolors. Thanks guys I guess all the signs were just pointing to me that day. By the way I had a great day at home too.

Hi Q!

Sharks sucking my balls
Hiller was unpassable
Playoffs disappoint

Stay at home parent
Maybe it’s just part time work
Ask Shrudder he knows

Mraz? Whitey Ford?
No farmer lady that night
Bartender pusher

Zito wasn’t bad
Could this be the Giants year
Bonds has steroid brain

The pre-drink routine
Tore Fin was at it again
A money game win

Cannot recall more
Night ends after 3 a.m.
Hangover painful

It was a Happening!

It was a moment of mirth and sadness, highness and lowliness , interchanging of ideas and musical moments, but that was after the bowling was done and concert arrangements were made. The night started before that with a blowout of NCAA Championship in front of the largest audience that had ever seen a blow out in the NCAA Championship (Lucky them, they got to watch the whole thing). And in a time even before that (in a linear fashion), the morning had kicked off the MLB season which would lead to the long enjoyable days of summer and culminate as the leaves begin to fall of the trees and the world goes into a winter slumber.

However it was on that day, such as it was in between time and timelessness that our hero/protagonist (Me in this case) had an epiphany, if you will, that he indeed needed to “Be A Better Bowler” or a BABBS as it would turn out to be.

In essence our Hero had to take his bowling game from this old 1939 Furthur Bus:











And turn it into this new and improved old school Magic Bus













And it was on this bus that our protagonist met Ken Babbs (yes that’s right the very same name that would subliminally prove a boon to the bowling game), one of the original Merry Prankster’s. The feeling and mood was infectious and the acid in the kool-aid was substantial and whenever something is substantial and infectious….

Life flows forth Good times are had The compass loses North And the brain goes bad

And so it was during bowling…

There was Sam and Dave screaming HOLD ON, I’M COMING!!!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fN4DHY_9gOs

There was an A’s pitcher that not even A’s fans or fantasy nuts could remember







Dave Eveland

There was the passing of a boutique, the legality or illegality of which is still indeterminate, but the owner definitely goes by Pablo when the Rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain.
There was a Minnesotan Farmer named Gaylenn with just the cutest little shoes and the cutest little interest in younger men
There was jumping on the table and some Jerk Surfing going on
There was karma and jinxes trotted out like horses at the Kentucky derby
And there was love, peace, and happiness; extended in practicality to the simple act of helping one another out, being kind and generous and it was that power that propelled the rocket ship everyone rode to the stars and beyond the whole night the acid test took place, err I mean the bowling games took place.

Poolboy was a witness
Red Line was a witness
Lunch Money was a witness
Tortoise was a witness
Jelly D was a witness
And there was Ken Babbs reminding us to “Be A Better Bowler” and brought us to the realization that at first, a bunch of us were going to go in a station wagon. (but) then it was getting too big for that.
So we jumped on the bus, and indeed it was magical.
PS and who wins you ask?
We all do.

Tortle P

Bits & Pieces Part2

I did not write this email, but I found it written on a piece of paper laying on the side of the road when I drove by LM’s house on my way to High Ball’s to celebrate his Birthday yesterday (Happy B-Day Dom). It turns out LM had wrote a love letter to the money game late Monday night after it had deserted him

Dear Money Game,

(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)Since you left me and you said goodbye(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)All I do is sit and cry(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)You went away and left me misery(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)And that's the way it'll always be(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)You said you loved me and you'd always be mine(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)We'd be together till the end of time(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)Now you say it was just a game(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)But all you're doin' is leavin' me painTime goes by and goes so slow (oh, yeah)It just doesn't seem trueOnly just a few days agoYou said you'd love me, never make me blue(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)Now you've gone and I'm all alone(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)And you're still way up there on your throne(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)Nothin' seems to ever go right(I'm in pieces, bits and pieces)'Cause night is day and day is night

Love the Dave Clark Five on behalf of Lunch Money

I’m in for singing backup next week

Bits & Pieces Part1

Although I would love to have a photographic memory, my memory more works like a pinhole camera, only remembering “bits and pieces” here and there so I cannot tell a full story and instead can only share those “bits and pieces” as they come to me.

Red Line is brewing beer with the F-in-law and has offered to supply Fat Tire for us until his 3 cases are gone (at least that’s how I remember it)

Student X (aka Cheater X and formerly known as Professor X, a title he lost when he did not provide specs and diagrams for bowling in a reasonable time frame) bummed some papers off the bartender and rolled the first “pinner” many of us had hit in years and I emphasize that I said pinner, not bong, not blunt, not pipe, not joint, not etc.

3-Finger has only smoked 3 times in the last decade (or so he says) and Monday night was not one of them.

Red Line took back his “Lord of the Runner Up” title from Student X, who borrowed it for one week.

Lunch Money was music-less and apparently, it affected his game in all sorts of negative ways.

Poolboy and myself thought we were in Reservoir Dogs and started calling each other Mr. Orange and Mr. White.

The pins were stubborn

Red Line and myself both told stories of women with huge tracts of land that we had encountered during our work days. To twist a line I enjoy around, “They had they land but we had the view.”

Lunch Money went back up ball mid game and found that it was not practical for those purposes

3-Finger Ringer brought out the flying masher and hammered his way to 7 strikes in what he tried to claim was the money game, except it was the first game of the night.

And the Tortoise won the actual money game

Thank You, Cesar Chavez!!!

KARMA VS HEX recap

The stage was set for a epic battle of good vs evil. Before the first ball is thrown, there is a public announcement that there has been a hex placed on the favorite to win, Lunch Money, and another hex is placed on the Prof X for his league management shadiness. The 5 Norris’s arrive at the lanes including a rare appearance from the High Ball, who was living up to his name from the moment I walked in, Gin Gimlets were the “Ball of choice.” Lunch Money arrives later than the rest due to a momentary lapse of thought and was lucky enough to have everyone wait for his arrival. Finally, the 5 Norris’s are ready to fight tooth and nail for the 12 bucks on the line. There’s not an even number of people to split the Norris’s into 2 factions of good evil, so it is each Norris for himself tonight. Who will triumph? who will be left behind? who will rise to the pressure? and who will fall victim to the HEX? Perhaps the foreshadowing of the self reference of “Little Michael Jackson” from the Prof X will help tell the final tale……only 3 intense games of bowling are in front of us to find out. Then The Blue Tortoise starts off with usual anti-karmic rhetoric, also trying to bring down Lunch Money and the Prof X. So with all the hex’s in place, and Karmic flow being redirected, the best it can be by mere mortals anyways, we are ready to start. AND AN EXPLOSION OUT OF THE GATE. The Blue Tortise puts up an “X” ….But it is the only one he will enjoy this first game, as the slow but steady tortoise starts off at a snails pace with a 122. Unlike the Professor, who has food on his mind, and it’s not escargot, lands himself a Turkey on his way to a fabulous start and finishes in second place with a score just under 200. A 200 score that will only be topped by La Boca Red Line with a 207. Echo’s of his vociferous emails are still bouncing through our thoughts as he finishes the first game strong to take the “Early Bird W” Second game ends again, with Professor X coming in second place behind the tortoise, who found his rhythm takes the “Sandwich game W.” It is time, all the money is out, sheet has been talked, drinks have disappeared, it can only mean 1 thing…money game. This game had it all. Dash and Slash(-/) attempts, Red box pick ups, Turkey’s, and even a Munson. And although I won’t mention names, all I will say is that there was a quick cheers with a gin gimlet in complete acceptance of his inevitable Munson fate. Other than the Munson bowler who was left behind, it was anybody’s game……Can you guess who will come in second? You got it…… for the third time of the night, Prof X. Although he bowled his best series ever, falls just short of a “W” all night long. All and all….a very impressive night for the Prof. But good triumphs over the evil HEX’s this night, as the Lunch Money is able to put together a decent third game to snag the money and look evil into the eye, and say
BRING IT ON!
OUT.

The St. Patty's day recap.

Top of the morning to ya Laddy’s,
Any one who did not make it, and there are lots of you……BOLLOCKS TO YA’S, and you’re as useful as a lighter on a motorbike, or a chocolate tea pot. So that’s to say as useful as Professor Lucky trying to wind the clock to hit that 7 pin, Lets just say his clock never reads 7:00, and actually laughs at you when asked to find it. With only 5 Norris’s making their way to the bowling lanes this week, disappointment was in the air, as the 2 new Irish brothers were not able to make it out for St. Patty’s Day Bowling. But the air was quickly blown away as we finally got proof, that Prof X and Pool Boy are, in fact, not the same person. and had a head to head battle that so close the Professor had to stop our 3rd game to fix a 1 pin scoring error way to Jew the Jew….and all I can say to that is TOO HIGH…TOO HIGH.
So with this being one of the GREAT Drinking holiday’s of the year, you can count on the Lunch Money empting out his bowling “suitcase“ of all bowling materials, and filling it with enough Arthur’s and Irish Whiskey make a Leprechaun’s face turn as red as his hair. The inventory was as follows: 12 Arthur Guiness’s, 1 750 ml bottle of Jameson, 1 750 ml bottle of Bailey’s, 9 Lbs of ice, plastic pint glasses, and shot glasses, all in the bowling suitcase, that has been transformed into a mobile bar. It might be the most archaic, old school bowling bag bowlers have seen in 40 years, but when it’s filled like that, it gets nothin’ but love! We were able to grab the far side lanes so we had a little more privacy and a table to pour drinks on. So we did. First round of Irish Car Bombs goes off during the first game, which didn’t affect anybody’s game since our right lane, was so oily that even the slow moving but high curving Blue Tortise seemed to be throwing a straight ball. We could have done a commercial for “Soul Glow” with all the oil we had dripping from the lanes last night. Hell, we could have invited the G.L.O.W (Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling) Girls over for an oil cage match and still been able to bowl afterwards. But even with the booze flowing and the lanes dripping with Soul Glow, we were all able to walk away without a single Munson. Although the Tortise tried his hardest to get one, and used his typical anti-hype, hype to get Karma working for him, it was his true desire to see the Lunch Money get a 600 series that actually won him a 10th frame Munson saving Strike. So even though Lunch Money fell short of the 600 by 6 pins, Cosmic justice was served. We were able to continue our “Green” theme for the night and take a quick smoke break. Although we didn’t roll a “bifter”, like our fellow mates in Ireland do, but we did enjoy a walk out to the parking lot California style and came back in laughing our cacks off, and ready to get “serious” for the Money Game. But how can you take down Patrick Starfish on St. Patrick’s Day? Not sure if you can…..Lunch Money wins the money game.
Classic night men!
Thanks!!

Close to Perfect I think...

It was a cold night…The sea was angry that day my friends……like an old man screaming for the manager at the local donut shop that ran out of bear claws. But the Norris’s kept their spirits high, and their heads higher, because after all , hard work good, and hard work fine……but as we all know…1st take care of head. So the night begins. With a well rounded 6 Norris’s ready to bowl for glory, we had our team game in place, all we needed now was an explosion of drinking to wait…ahhhhh……what-da-ya know…… the 3 Finger Ringer makes the first move, and BOOM GOES THE DYNAMITE Irish Car-bombs are down the hatch like a bolt of lightning, bright and impressive, and gone before you could blink. Now we’re ready to hurl a 16 pound object as hard as we can. And we do. And do it well. Pins are easily negotiated with this night, as the frames are getting closed at an amazing rate. Even the red box wasn’t slowing down our group, as the 150 mark seemed to be as easy as 1..2..3. High Five are flyin’ and the only thing falling faster than the pins…were the beers. After our 1st 2 games were over and we are ready for the climax of our night to begin, The 3 Finger Ringer once again leads the charge to the bar, where a second round of Irish Car Bombs goes off, even the L.A. Bomb Squad would have been impressed with how fast these bombs were defused. And so the Lunch Money game begins…..no wait…..just Money game. HAHA. In this game, production falls, so now all we need is a HERO to step up and claim the prize. Enter Pool Boy The Pool Boy, makes an amazing effort to get his name changed from Boy to Man. In true firefighter fashion, The Pool Boy miraculously picks up BOTH teammates, throws them on his back and carries them all the way to the end. Although Pool Boy was able to keep the casualties to 0, Lunch Money was able to put together a near 200 game to steal the Thunder of an impressive performance, and walk home again with the cash and squeak out a team game win. Usually this ends our night. But as we were leaving with bowling scores in hand, a classic scene develops….Mr. Rent-A–Cop, who is usually a VERY quiet, VERY chill guy who stands outside all night, had the eye of the tiger, and the intensity of an Olympic hopeful in China…..win or die….as he held his plastic light gun towards the newest edition of Time Crisis and was straight cappin’ fools in a unfulfilled desire to be John Rambo. He had the heart of Rambo stuck in a flashlight toting Rent-A-Cop body. Absolute comedy.
Great night men.
All we need is an official name for Alfie, and we are getting close I think.

THE RECAP....belated

We were 5 Norris’s deep to start off our seemingly 8th straight week of odd number of people to perfect upset the balance of the team game. But that’s neither here nor there. So the bowling begins, and we are pretty much as inconsistent as a group of bowlers with bowling shirts can be. We witnesses Munson games, red box pick ups, and some NASTY splits. Not even a gutter ball could keep the laws of bowling in check, as the lunch money(threw, but was the only one who didn’t see) threw a gutter ball that jumped out to pick up a red box split. Just when you think you have this game even semi figured out…….craziness. But then an explosion of people as 4 more joined the group for the second and third game. Thank you all for the contributions into the money game by the way, as 2 of them were brand new to the group and one was a controversial female, however, at least says the guy who won the money game, 2 dollars is 2 dollars! And she at least took her bowling serious, and the Norris’s lightly, nice mix Coach Chicky D.(As we called her for the night, and her date, Dude Jim) We had a terrible finish to the money game, with all contenders unable to finish strong, and it really was a game of who didn’t blow it the worst…..and the answer is…..Lunch Money. Who held onto a 174 money game victory! Great night as always, and newcomers IMO are welcome, they add a different layer of flavor to our already near perfect soup that is “The Norris 6”
Until next Monday men!

ONE LONG RUN ON SENTENCE

As another Monday rolls around for the Norris 6 with rain and flooding through out the cities the crew makes the trip to the allies. With no Purple lefty cause it is supposedly working season we had a surprise veteran of the group Pink Jelly (Aka Jelly D) make it out to the lanes. Even with two hours drive home Jelly makes it but the Purple Prof has to watch One Tree Hill at home with the lady because no one really has appointments at 10:00 for there taxes cause the State will only give you an IOU. Ringer Steve and Alfie made it out to make it an uneven 7 for the team game. With one lefty to take the place of Professor of TaXes we are ready to bowl. The early bird game starts off with some nice scores Lunch Money, Tortoise, and Red line bring the heat with Turkeys and top scores and yes and pool boy keeping it consistent with a solid 97 in the first game but did not get a munsion also the orange shoes were dry so no skid marks to distract others we on the lane. . Who got the munsion you ask who else but the Pink Jelly mark it in the stats sheet we have another person added to the munsion group. I welcome you with open arms Jelly. Then we move on to the sandwich game were lights were off and bowlers were restless. With the lights and return off for a little bit would it hurt the scores of the Norris 6? Better yet can we get another munsion added to the group? I would have to say none of these situations happened; we had some great bowling going on in the Sandwich game. Lunch Money and Toe Tapping Tortoise bring the thunder with a 5 bagger each. Tortoise started early but Lunch money finished him off with closing out the 5 final frames with a 245. Red Line, Pool boy, and the Jelly finished up the sandwich game with at least a 135 or higher. I think the arrival of the underage girls showing up next to us threw off Jelly’s game. Still raining and no bowl break for the Money Game the Bar closed to amazement of all the money game must go on. Two dollars a person makes the pot a sweet $14. The money game begins and everyone is staring down the $14 dollars it is in everyone’s reach early. Later in the game Alfie and Jelly have fallen out of contention and what do we have here another one out of the money hunt Ringer Steve. What Pool boy is not out of the money game you say to yourself as you look at the scores and Pool Boy is quiet? Quiet? Yes quiet until he blows up the pins and punches the return with a mighty bang saying “That was B’s face”. To find out Alfie tells B to throw off his game say something about his oldest daughter. The money is in the reach of the pool boy but can he hold off the winless money game of 09’ Red Line, and the multi money winners Tortoise and Lunch Money? Yes my Norris 6 friends he can yes he can!!! The final frames approach the orange shoed pool boy as he is being quiet not letting anyone know that he is ready to take his first money game of the 09’ season. Still winless in the money game Red Line falls out of the competition. Tortoise and Lunch Money make a run for it, but in the end the Pool leveling boy pulls out the 165!! What a 165 won the money game with all the 225 and 245 earlier? Yes my friends the 165 takes the $14 pot and marks one in the money game Colum for the Pool boy. Which Professor who shows up when pool boy is not there because he is tired of buying all the beer on his terrible betting schemes is still in the Money game winless club with Red Line? Well the night is long and the team is ready to go home as we ask for our printout for the Pool Boy to gloat more on his money game victory. The Dad behind the counter says you guys are cool, as he reads the names Red line, Lunch Money, Pool Boy, Pink Jelly who is pink Jelly? Then the quick witted person he is the Tortoise says we also have a blog spot would you like the address? He replies with you guys really are COOL!!! So to make this long run on sentence come to an end just remember even a Pool Boy can win the money game and yes my friends the Norris 6 is COOL. I will be printing business cards soon. If this bored you tough shit, Yours truly, Pool Boy

Chu, chu, chu, CHUCK...your lanes are ready!

It was a cold a quiet night….maybe a little too quiet. There were only 6 lanes occupied (including our 2) in the entire bowling alley as we started our first game. But by the money game, people began to trickle in and filled about half the lanes. The Norris 6 were both blessed and cursed with a one woman cheering squad in the next lane. As the 4 members of Norris 6 bowled pretty good all night long, we got drunken, slurred cheers from the completely hammered Asian girl next to us.(Who was sucking down long islands at the alley) She threw down Hi-Fives and LOUD screams as each bowler returned from their latest pin conquest. Just when we thought things couldn’t get any better, she dropped on us a pearl of wisdom that changed each bowler forever, words I will cherish and never forget. She said, “Any one can knock ALL the pins down, but when there is only 1 or 2 pins left, that’s the SH!T…..manic laughing……yea that SH!T is the SH!T……..WOOHOO.” You can’t buy memories like that, I tell you what.

With a birthday celebration going on that kept the Blue Tortoise out of bowling for the night, Lunch money was given the golden challis by the Tortoise’s better half to win the money game in his absence. And as usual the Melissa money game bestowment worked again, and although the Redline stared off the night with a beautiful 208 in the first game it was the Lunch Money who comes up BIG in the money game with a 210. Book it!

Great night even with only 4 of us!

Lots of laughs and fun!

Peace OUUUUUUUUUT

Beastie Boys All Sumer Long

It was 2008 My thoughts were long, my hair was gone
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen
And she was in the lane-between
It was summertime in Northern Cal
Pouring Beers from the bowling bag
Talking by ball return
It's the simple things in life, like when and where
We didn't have no spares
But man I never will forget
The way the moonlight shined upon my ball
And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making fun of each other at the lanes to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the coke bottle
Not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing "Beastie boys" all summer long
Singing "Beastie boys" all summer long
Catching Broklyns from the back side
Watching the pins blow up off the lanes
She'll forever hold a spot inside my soul
We'd burn in the sun
We couldn't wait for night to come
To hit the lanes and play some rock and roll
While we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making fun of each other at the lanes to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the coke bottle
Not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing "Beastie Boys" all summer long
Singing "Beastie Boys" all summer long
Now nothing seems as strange
As when some ones style begins to change
Or how we thought we would never hook
Sometimes I hear that song
And I'll start to sing along
And think man, I'd love to see that bowling lane again
And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
MakingFun of each other at the lanes to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the coke bottle
Not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing "Beastie Boys" all summer long
And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making fun of each other at the lanes to our favvorit song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle
Not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing "Beastie Boys" all summer long
Singing "Beastie Boys" all summer long
Singing "Beastie Boys" all summer long
Singing "Beastie Boys" all summer long
Singing "Beastie boys " all summer long

The Last Monday of Janurary

It was a while ago now Monday before last
and let me tell you the memory is fading fast,
but there just might be tatters enough to tell the tale
of a night that we bowled, not really that well.
The high score of the night was Redline’s 182,
but not in the game where money was due.
Professor topped out at 147
And we can agree, “that sure ain’t heaven”
Lunch tried to work it with a little wine and dine
But it wasn’t enough, that 179
And that left the Tortoise to get it done
But he fell a little short with a 181
But timing is everything and his was just right
And he took home the money at the end of the night
So let this be a lesson to all of you rollers
It don’t matter the size or the speed of the bowler
So listen up close and put down your tissue
Timing beats skill when money’s the issue

We Came Together

Here come old Tortoise he come throwing it slowly
He got blue bowling ball - he one holy roller
He got hair down on his chins
Got to be a joker as he knocks down those pins
He wear no bowling shirt - he got tendinitis
He got gnawed on finger - he shoot captain and cola
He say "That right there’s the Bee’s Knees"
But one thing I can tell you is you don’t bowl for free
Come together right now over me
DA DA do da DOOO
DA DA do da DOOO
He bag bowling pens he got blue gumboot
He got Ono Jelly D he one Red Line
He got Professor’s feet down below his knee
Hold your Lunch Money you can feel his disease
Come together right now over me
DA DA do da DOOO
DA DA do da DOOO
He roller-slower he got last year’s socks
He got Lize n Ize he one spreadsheet filler
He say "One and one and one’s turkey"
She got to be good-looking 'cause he's so hard you see
Come together right now over me
DA DA do da DOOO
DA DA do da DOOO