The final month. The stretch drive. The long walk off a short pier. That’s where we are finally at in this endless winter of a bowling season. The sun is out, the snow is gone, yard waste collection has resumed, but the league year continues unabated. It cares not for
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Oh Boy! Rotational Thursdays with Litre.
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The Fingers are slipping. Our grip now loose and floppy after once being sunk firmly and deeply into the grab-holes of first place. We are nearing the pure, un-scrubbed ass bottom of the league standings. I’m also being consistently shorted on purples when I get “rainbow” carrots. We entered last week