Wednesday, January 7, 2009
bowling
I'm not sure bowling gets enough credit. Every time I have ever seen people bowl, whether they are good at it or not, they always seem to have fun. There is laughing and joking around; there are those who take the game more seriously than others (very fun to watch), and there are those who bowl for the same reason others paint. You see, art can be found in everything. In bowling, the art is spinning the ball into the pocket so the pins crash into each other as they blast back into the pit with a thunderous crash. There is art in picking up the 6-10-7 or the 5-7 splits. Those who take bowling more seriously are fun to watch because they take pride in the game, which is all anybody can do in this life. Bowling creates friendships and builds bridges. It serves as an avenue where people can forget about their issues for a couple hours a week and enjoy the excitement and electricity of a sport with as much flavor as badmitten or snooker.
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