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.