rollin' rocks!

there are few thing in life i hold dear and this is in order (just kidding dear), beer, my wife, dogs, pumpkins, golf, bowling, and sure some family members. last night was shaping up to be a normal night. we went out to dinner with our friends lerb(lance, he wanted a tougher name) and rhonda(her lesbian name) to dinner at a steak joint.  the food was good i got my steak rare and it was delicious.  after dinner we decided to call it a night cause rhonda is in the family way, knocked up for all of you that don't know my grandma, and tired and beth was tired too.  so as we leave the parking lot lerb calls us and says, lets go bowling.  i was like hells yeah!! so we stop at family dollar to get beth some socks and then head down to elitch lanes to "roll the rock," as i like to call it.  i was bowling poorly due to a freak gout accident, and boy does it hurt.  so we were enjoying ourselves and in the 8th frame i get the dreaded 7-10 split.  now if you know about bowling you know this is impossible to convert the spare.  when i used to bowl twice a week with my brothers, larry, wally, the jesus, and others, we would always try our hardest to pick this up to no avail. last night i got my eyes focused on the prize, took an extra few seconds, released the ball as normal, "just like shaking hands" the golf pro a the jeremy country club would say(he has had a perfect 300 game).  the spin wasn't as perfect as i would have liked but it was reaching the all right target arrows at the right times.  i hit the seven perfect! it slid as if in slow motion straight at the 10 pin at a snails pace. reaching the 10 pin barely knocking it off its mooring and tumbling it to the ground.  i did it!!! i have made the hardest shot in bowling and lived to tell about it.  i am so proud of myself that in the facility i jump up and down waving my hands yelling "i am the best, yes, yes, yes." doing fist pumps and yelling.  after a few minutes of this i start to do a dance right by our lane and some drunk dude walks out of the bathroom and says "yeah man, do it, do it." unbeknownst to him i had just made the hardest shot in bowling, but it made me feel good cause everyone else was hiding their faces laughing at me cause i was making a fool of my self. i am totally aware that this happens all too  much, that i make a fool of myself, for me to even care.  i just did something i have been trying to do almost as long as i have been trying to get a hole in one playing golf.

HURRAY FOR ME!  I feel like the DUDE from the big lebowski, i can't be beat