

Sunday night I decided to take the little typhoon that is my daughter to a birthday party. This wild bash was held in the local bowling alley. The particular alley is a duckpin bowling alley (small pins). I know a 5 year old BD party at a bowling alley, but our choices are limited here.
While I stood with the fathers chewing Red Man and spitting on the floor, my daughter enjoyed her first bowling experience.
She would send the ball flying down the alley, then contort her body trying to put as much persuasive "body english" on it as she could. She knocked out spares about one third of the time. When she knock all the pins down, which she did several times, she resembled Tiger Woods pumping his fists after sinking a putt at the Masters. I loved it.
I am gettin her a polyester shirt with the name LOU over the pocket and teaching her how to drink beer and eat hot dogs...something every bowler should know. She already knows how to belch like a bowler.
Thats my baby.
More of ME
While I stood with the fathers chewing Red Man and spitting on the floor, my daughter enjoyed her first bowling experience.
She would send the ball flying down the alley, then contort her body trying to put as much persuasive "body english" on it as she could. She knocked out spares about one third of the time. When she knock all the pins down, which she did several times, she resembled Tiger Woods pumping his fists after sinking a putt at the Masters. I loved it.
I am gettin her a polyester shirt with the name LOU over the pocket and teaching her how to drink beer and eat hot dogs...something every bowler should know. She already knows how to belch like a bowler.
Thats my baby.
More of ME

