Ode to the Bowling Alley

I like the sound these funny shoes make slapping on the wood, I’m no league-bowler, that’s for sure, but most folks say I’m good. My buds and I meet here sometimes to bowl a couple frames, which mostly means beer and nachos, a break to keep us sane. The kids are off at the arcade, and yes, they still have one, playing games that I have to say were old when I was young. Bob is probably the best of us, rolled a 280 once, while Edgar truly stinks at it, but plays just for the fun. The balls always give me trouble, holes too big or too small, some seem like they’re drilled for children, fingers don’t fit at all! When we star we’re still competent, bring in the strikes and spaces, but the beer brings some gutter-balls, at least they’re done with flair. Thank God our wives can drive us home, they’re up in the case, gossiping about this and that in their usual way. May not be the crazy night life they promote on TC, but there’s good reason we have so many bowling alleys.