The march continues. The ‘fingers are still mired in second-last place. After what very well may be 6 games in the second half (or so) of the year we’ve managed 16 points. The leaders have 34 and the next 6 teams are all cheek-to-jowl with 28 to 32 points each. With each week good for 7 points (2 per game won, 1 for the overall score) the maximum would be 42 points if indeed we’ve played 6 games.
I don’t think we’re catching them unless we go hog wild next month but the silver lining is that the last-place team has only 4 points for the year. The sick part is that they’re one of the best group of bowlers in the league and they’re just getting ham-boned by the handicap system. A crying shame but it’ll keep us out of the very bottom of the barrel. I hope.
The team we played last week was a good test. Their handicap was only 12 points higher than ours and they had once absent roller so only got 90% of her average. It should’ve tilted the matter in our favour but this year has taught us that if we can find new ways to drag ass down a bowling alley, we will.
In the opener I pulled off my worst game of the year. Absolutely porked it. A brilliantly hideous 77 was my contribution to the team’s loss. It was close, too, a mere 15 points between us. If I had thrown more than zero strikes and a single spare we might just have had it.
Game 2 was a crackling good match – we actually ended up with the exact same scratch score of 484. Unfortunately, the slight handicap difference made it two games to none for the other guys.
We finally got our tails all straightened out and had a winning game 3, putting up the best score of the night between our teams. A 20-point margin of victory, however, wasn’t enough to also take the overall score. We lost that by only 6 points and went home with just the 2 for our efforts and secured our placing near the bottom of the heap.
Next week I might just skip it. Maybe I’ll pre-bowl just to see what that’s all about. Enjoy your Valentine’s Day, folks. This is certainly a good time of year to get your noses dirty but just remember to come up for air once in a while.
I stumbled upon Ye Olde Cursed Site and the lead story is: “Why Aren’t There More Negative Album Reviews? Why There Isn’t More Hate-Filled Criticisms.”
It’s because everyone’s so #DownForWhatever these days, no one gets upset at our corporate overlords!
Sens completely destroyed the Islanders in an overtime shootout using a goalie by the name of Garth (no last name). His last job was watering outdoor rinks for the city of Belleville, Ontario.
Algar
Game on.
BC dick had to do grilfriend stuff this year. Times they are a changin.
That’s code for butt stuff, right?
It’s been a food while since I had my second care about mid February
The Trent Green text-to-speech app is good!
That was not good talking
Me talk pretty one day.
“Ok, so it’s ‘Ashley Madison’ meets ‘StubHub’: a service to choose event tickets based on seat locations that are GUARANTEED to never ever be shown on TV. And just in case, we hire some desperate looking fellows from the VA to squat in the rafters and pick off any cameraguys who get a wandering eye. Initial funding round of 100 Million please.”
You know…I’m actually working on a project with my brother-in-law to calculate how much exposure individual seats have to sun and rain. I wonder how hard it would be to add “camera exposure” to the matrix.
“Ok now do it where you make sure the visitor’s sideline is in the shot… yeah that’s it…”
-Bill B.
Tryna catch me ridin’ dirty!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N9qYF9DZPdw&ab_channel=alyankovicVEVO
I love Weird Al! Donny Osmond dancing in the background- chef’s kiss!
OH how the mighty have fallen. The laughable Ottawawa Senators are now -10 in goal differential, any team that low should be disbanded and sold for parts.
#SuckhardforBedard
So some used pucks and waterbottles?
An abandoned Canadian Tire building and a very old, very used cat litter box found in Eugene Melnyk’s basement.
The Scotties Tournament of Hearts (Canadian women’s curling) starts this Friday!
I live pretty close to a bowling alley. It’s got one dollar lanes on Sunday afternoons, but it’s always filled with little kids during the summer, and with the newer job I never get weekdays off
Also, I saw this and I legit nearly spit out my drink
Ah the old schoolyard rhyme:
I hate you
You hate me
Let’s hang Barney from a tree
With a great big knife and a bullet to his head
We’re gonna make sure Barney’s dead
Me and my brothers favorite was always
🎵Tic-Tac-Toe🎵
🎵Three in a row!🎵
🎵Barney Got shot playing GI Joe!
Mama called the doctor and the doctor said…🎵
🎵Whoop! Barney’s dead!🎵
And yes, the last line is sung like Whoop! There it is!
You know who else lived pretty close to a bowling alley? Two of them, actually.
Grimey, as he liked to be called
Shane Pinto’s family is watching the Sens game tonight. I hope they don’t get rear-ended in the parking lot after the game.
That’s an explosive statement.
“Unsafe at any position!” – Ralph N.
When you said “rear end” and “parking lot” I thought you were talking about the Bills stadium.
That last sentence is chef’s kiss.
I was leaning ‘coke fiend’ but we all have our biases.
The preferred nomenclature is ‘beak enthusiast’ please DUDE
You’re trying to make that a thing. I DON’T HAVE A BEAK!*
*yet. As far as I know…
Being a subject of the Queen/King, ain’t y’all duty bound to use Brit terminology?