After several days of lament, I can now write of the bad night of team bowling. 14-2, a great record, perhaps to good.
We walked in there with our American flag shorts, our Uncle Sam hat, James Brown "Livin in America" playin in the backgroud. The fight was supposed to be an exhibition, a beating for us to dole out as we pleased. A night where the opposition just caves in. However, like Apollo Creed in Rocky IV we were simply not up to task. Sure, we looked good, all really for another 4-0 week. But alas, the mental edge had shifted sides.
As Apollo danced around, he looked like he had it in control. After all, what do Russians know of boxing? Drago was an unknown commodity in 1985. I know, Yevgeny Gerblackitov was a great boxer in the 1920's when he beat the American champ, ole' two tooth (pronounced toof) Wilson, in the 1927 Worlds Fair exhibition fight, but other than that, nothing. I digress.
Rocky eventually threw in the towel when he saw the beating of Apollo was to much. We, however, had no Rocky to throw a towel. All we had was cold frothy beer, which by itself is not capable of throwing in the towel. It was only able to tatse good and mildly kill the pain of the 1-3 beating we were getting. If we were Apollo that night, then team PBR was Drago, and they kicked our asses. Drago's trainer stated:"Whatever he hit's, he destroys!" Well, you could say PBR hit and destroyed many more pins then we did.
But know this, the next time we meet up we will play the role of Rocky, beat them down and maybe, just maybe, point out the futility of an American-Russian cold war in the process.
This is the bowling blog for charismatic, astute, and discriminating bowlers. The BM Report began as a newsletter for a Laramie, Wyoming bowling team, the Bowl Movements. We are, by every measure, not particularly skilled at bowling. Mediocrity in bowling is not our goal, but sadly it is the state of our team. For three seasons, we found ourselves positioned in the lower half of the league standings. Last season, we barely crested the top half. Our Monday night venue is the Bernaski Memorial League at the Laramie Lanes. At this point, you might be asking yourself why a subpar bowling team in Laramie needs a blog. Like the great conundrums of philosophy (god, morality, epistemology, etc.), there is no good answer to this question.
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