But I'm here to rant, gripe..or whatever... or just complain and comment. I won't mince words..I'll just get right to the point. I won't name names, I'll make it all anonymous-like. (All opinions here are mine alone and does not reflect those of the USBC or any other entity)
Here's goes..
There's one guy on one of the bowling teams that, as it turns out, is a real dickwad. He's some guy in his late 50's and he's the husband of someone important in our league. She's a sweet gal...he's a fucking asshole of the highest calibre. I understand bowling etiquette, and bowling do's and don'ts, like not being in the bowlers line of sight in the lane next to you when they're up on the line getting ready to throw and all that shit. I understand..
I.. FUCKING.. GET IT!!
..if I do get in your way, I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I'm a ghost...now go throw your fuckin' ball already.
Now this league, if I stated it before, is a Friday night party league. Yes, it's sanctioned by the USBC, but folks come here to unwind and have fun. If you're only here to further your so-called "bowling career"..then you're in the wrong league. Go find a PBA Experience league or some kind of PRO-AM league or tournament. I don't care which one you choose..but go fucking find one, and let the Friday Night party league be that, A PARTY LEAGUE!! (dipshit)
But this is what I found out. When I bowl, I have my own towel to wipe off the oil that my ball picks up on the lane. After I wipe off my ball, sometimes I'll put my towel over the hand blower so's it'll be there when I come back to grab it and head back to my seat. This'll take about a minute to occur. Simple enough. What I didn't see is this individual (with the blessing of Hades and after taking a bite out of his fresh asshole sandwich)..will grab my towel with out my looking and slam it down on the scoring console. Then after I bowl a particular fantastic strike, I see it up there; think nothing of it, grab it and head back to my seat. I don't know that he's doing this. And really, I don't care. I don't give a fuck. He's just a miserable individual married to a helluva nice woman. How I found out about this is that my wife witnessed his little micro tirades taking it out on my poor unsuspecting towel. That poor towel..I tell you, it goes through a lot of shit. I mean, I'm wiping off oil and water and whatever, and my towel is taking it all in stride. It's a trooper. To give him the benefit of a doubt, he was bowling some particularly crappy frames..so I guess ASS-ZILLA was having a bad night. (Wait for it..3..2..1) OH BOO-HOO!! As it turned out, I wasn't bowling so great either, but you didn't see me having quasi-psychotic-internal-seething-hypertension-vein-popping temper tantrums. But for the love of Zombie Jesus...LET IT GO!!
But I digress..
So... ASSHOLE CHARLIE (Not his name btw..but I kinda' like it) has to put in his caustic two cents worth and take it out on my plush "Storm Bowling Balls" green towel. Oh the shame of it...the humility of it all. I'll never show my face in public again. Piss on the fire and call the dog..
Now to be honest, I tend to live in my head a lot and it takes a two by four to get my attention. I've been this way all my life. And of course when I bowl, I have to put myself into some semblance of a "zone". I have a pretty good bowling average because of this ability to shut off the world around me and do what I have to just to bowl my average and then some. But all you have to do is tell me nicely to pay attention and I'll gladly heed your suggestions, I'm an easy guy to get along with. Hell, I'll even buy you a drink as an apology.
So any rate, this has kind of tainted my whole bowling league adventure with this particular league. I mean there's a lot of nice people on this league and a lot nice folks who work at this particular bowling alley, especially the house owner and proprietor who's one of the coolest, nicest guys around, but all it takes is one "dickhead" to spoil the whole experience.
Chances are my wife and I probably won't be coming back for the Fall 2011 start up. I hate to say it..but what can I do? I truly hate confrontation, and if it came to blows..I'd probably lose out and get my ass kicked (or killed) by some psycho shaved ape with a bad temper on top of it. It not worth it, so we're probably out of there come next autumn. Sigh. It's bad enough that my wife and I are committed to this current league till May of this year. I mean, my wife and I barely have two dimes to rub together, but this Friday night bowling league is our outlet...and we have to tolerate this kind of bullshit? Fuck that noise. It's a fucked up situation all around.
But to be honest (again)..It's probably nothing...but the signs are there.
As one guy said:
"Can't we all just get along?"
Any hoo...there ya go. It's A-Hole night at the bowling alley. Yay for us..
