When Having a Handicap is good

Well, I am in a bowling league. Yes, you heard me right, no need to make me repeat myself. Okay I will I’m in a freaking bowling league can you believe it?! When Brandon’s dad called and asked if we wanted to join, in dead seriousness I was like, Don’t you need to be good to play on a bowling league? Or at the verra least have a shiny, full beard one can be boastful of? I mean, there are some hard-corsies out there. One time Brandon even saw an old dude with oxygen strapped to his back bowl like a 200.

And then there’s me.

I have my own ball and shoes, so that makes me a leeettle legit, but when one does not know how to use them correctly, it actually makes you look like a sad eager beaver, and I’m not going for that either. Though I’ll take that over having oxygen strapped to my back, but still. So Big B told me not to worry about it, that they’d give me a handicap to make it even and we’d have fun.

So last night it started. No competition yet, just played three games to find out what our handicaps will be next time we play. My scores were 105, 167, and 103. My goals were to not look like a reject but also to at least bowl over 100 every game, so I partially achieved them. There are four of us on the team: me, Husband, his dad Steve, and one of Steve’s co-workers that apparently really likes big billowy Hawaiian shirts. He was really good though, so I’m totally welcoming him on my team. C'mere big guy, let's hug!

So all in all, I truly didn’t do as bad as I thought I would. I’ll still have quite a high handicap, but I am okay with this because it is the only time in my life that I’ll ever want to, like, have a handicap. And I for shizzle did better than some drunken girl in a tube top on the other team that was doing more hoisting her shirt over her boobies than bowling. Who would put a tube top on to go bowl? Well, if you’re drunk enough, I guess anything makes sense…but anyway she totally sucked; bowled like a 67 and I felt bad BUT mostly glad that I at least beat somebody. Although a 67 is pretty good if you’re drunk, right? Maybe she was just cheating to get a high handicap. Note to self: look into this.

Our team name is like the weirdest in the world. I think it’s JACN: which stands for, and I think but am not sure: Just Another Crappy Name. And no that is not a joke. I don’t think any of us think very highly of ourselves? Meh if it had been up to me, I had have gone for something awesome, and combine two words in one, like the Strikerrifics, or if that doesn't work, how about Pork Soda? I pretty much decided right now that that is the most amazing team name eva! I suppose I am a quiet creative resource on the team that they have not yet tapped into. JACN my arse. Pish.

So, despite my monster migraine, this horrible anger I’ve had licking at my insides for days now, regardless of everything, I had fun. And I was surprised. :)

My handicap, by the way, is 69. That’s pretty high. But that’s alright. Being handicapped is fun.

It raises my self-esteem a notch or two to know that I bowl better than drunkards, you know? At least the one in tube-tops, anyway.

GO TEAM!!