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!!!