I have been at Ft. Rucker in southern Alabama for the past couple of weeks. My hubby has been on TDY (temporary duty) here since January 5th and, well, what can I say? I missed him!! As the winter months tend to be a slower season, I decided to pack up and come down here for a little while.
Ft. Rucker is an interesting place. It is the home of Army aviation and where all of the Army’s pilots are trained. I’m not yet to the point where I can distinguish between an Apache, Blackhawk, Chinook, Huey, and TH-67 just by sound, but I can by sight! I consider that pretty good! There is a cool museum here on post that I ran through the other day, but I plan to go back and actually spend some time there. I wonder if they allow cameras…?
Last night Rich decided that it would be fun to go to Rucker Lanes (the bolwing alley here on post) for Saturday night “Glow Bowl.” Have I ever mentioned that I can NOT bowl?? Really. Buuuuutttt, being the good, agreeable wife that I am (snort!) I agreed to go glow bowling with him. The “glow” part comes from the black lights they turn on as they dim all of the other lights. I just thought, “Great! Make-up not necessary.”
We got there, I donned the stylish shoes, and then I went in search of the perfect ball. After looking through all of the 16, 15, 14, and 12 pound balls, I finally spied an 8 pounder. That one looked like MY ball. I snatched it up before the 8 year old next to me could get it and carried it back to our lane.
I was ready to go. I started, and was pleased to knock down a couple of pins on my first try. However, as I watched those around me, I was reminded that I have no technique. The guy in the lane next to us had his routine down pat. First, he stood right next to the thing-a-ma-bob that holds all of the balls. Then he took a wide step out and away from it to his left. Then he did a little dance as he approached the lane and released his ball at about waist height. He did this EVERY SINGLE TIME. And it worked!!!
True to my past record, I would knock a few pins down every now and then, but I would also put my ball in the gutter quite often. I made use of the gutter on the right the most. After a little while I suddenly noticed that a gate (bumper) was up on the right side of the lane when I bowled. I turned to my husband in surprise and said, “Honey! Look at that. I think the bumper is up. It must be malfunctioning or something.” Then I noticed that he and the people in the lane next to us were trying not to laugh….. Apparently Rich had programmed the bumper to come up when I bowled, and I was just now noticing it. Bah!!! I had no idea you could do that. Needless to say, after a quick survey of the other lanes, and noting that the only people using bumpers was the 6 yr. and under crowd, I sweetly requested that Rich re-program the bumper for me.
In the end, Glow Bowl or no Glow Bowl, I sucked, just as usual. I don’t think I’ve ever broken a score of 100 while bowling. Five games later, as we left the bowling alley, Rich put his arm around me and said in a sweet voice, “Honey, at least you’re a very consistent bowler.” Gee, thanks!
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