Mario and I set foot in a bowling alley today for the first time since our emotionally stressful weekend. But not to bowl. Instead, she wanted to be there for her two teammates who had advanced to sectionals. She quickly found out she’d rather bowl than be a spectator. If you’ve never watched a tournament such as this, you’re missing out. You get to stand shoulder to shoulder behind people with step stools and periscopes. You’re forced to squeeze together in a 2 foot section in order to allow a path for people to walk to the restrooms or the snack bar or the fire exit.
You crane your neck to see a piece of the ball as it rolls down the lane, and you wait for the reaction of the team to determine if the bowler struck or not. Some alleys have the score monitors hung from the ceiling, which is quite helpful for us short people. We found it’s better to stand a few lanes down since that angle will allow you to look around the bowlers who stand in the pit in order to keep the energy pumping.
So it was almost as hard to spectate as it was for her not to bowl. The good news is, she seems to be getting the itch to pick the ball up again. Next week we plan to hit the lanes and practice her new release. I’m still quite confident this change will allow her to improve exponentially. If we thought she was good before, she’ll be even better now.
This weekend also marked the 51st birthday of my hubby. We celebrated like old people do – a late lunch in the city, a few afternoon drinks at the bar next door, and home on the couch by 7. Actually, it was so nice we may do it again on a non-birthday afternoon. Only thing that would have made it better is 90 degree temps and a view of the ocean. *sigh* Someday.
And with that my weekend is over. I’m thankful I don’t live on the east coast and will be able to travel quite easily to work in the morning. Although a little part of me thinks it would be exciting to be buried in a couple feet of snow. Safely of course. With a fully functioning furnace. And a freezer full of ice cream. And not for too long ’cause I get antsy. And I like to work.
Nevermind. I’m thankful I don’t live on the east coast. At least tonight.