Ariel had her Friday Scholarship bowling league today. It’s two man teams and she and her partner, Sean, bowl together fairly regularly. She threw an uninspired first game and lost by four sticks.
Then the second game, in her first frame, she rolled a ball that got what we would call a sloppy strike–the ball went opposite pocket and the pins just kind of tumbled into each other with a bit of lucky carrying them. But, hey, they all look the same on the score board.
But her opponent, a tall teenage boy, smugly said, “THAT was a šhìŧŧÿ ball.”
She turned to face him, eyes wide for a moment, and then they narrowed and her expression darkened. “That was NOT a šhìŧŧÿ ball,” she said, then turned to me and said loudly, “Okay, NOW I’m pìššëd øff.”
She proceeded to tap dance on his face for the next nine frames and beat him by thirty pins.
Before the thirdgame, the two guys on the other team tried to switch their order. In other words, Ariel’s opponent wanted to shoot against Sean instead of Ariel. They went to the screen and started reversing the order of their names.
Instantly I called out, “What do you think you’re doing?” They said, “We’re changing our line-up order.” “You can’t do that.” “Yes, we can.” “No,” I said firmly, “you can’t. League rules. Once play has begun, you can’t change the order of your line-up.” ‘Yes, we can.” “NO, you CAN’T. Want me to get the league director? ‘Cause I will.” The kid trying to make the change looked at his father. His father shrugged. Kid backed down, which was smart ’cause I was right.
Ariel then whomped him for another ten frames. The last two frames he was so rattled that he missed two five-pins. Any bowler will tell you, a single five pin is the easiest spare in bowling. She ended up beating him by forty pins this time.
Don’t be dissing Ariel’s strike ball. It won’t go well for you.
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