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.