My family is a bunch of bowlers. Not my parents persay although my mother does have her own bowling ball, bag, and shoes, which were apparently her Sweet Sixteen present from my grandparents, Ma and Pa Bowler. My grandparents were always bowling. My dad was never one for bowling. He preffered hockey. My uncles are Kingpins. They inherited their bowling talent from my grandma. My grandma has the most interesting bowling "stroke" (I dunno what to call it)in which she ends up in a curtsy position after thrusting the ball down the lane. I was thinking about her bowling prowess while I was driving past a bowling alley today. Every now and then I get a hankering to go bowling. Maybe as an homage to family tradition or maybe to remind myself how utterly boring and annoying bowling is.
