I had the standard flat rate sponsors. Those are my favorite because my bowling game doesn't affect the donation. That being said, I bowled the worst game ever! Forty nine pins the first game. GUTTERS GALORE! Then 70 pins the second game. I redeemed myself a little in the second game by hitting a strike. There was no third game due to fatigue and shaky muscles. It was like someone kept coming over and trading out my already heavy, pink ball for an even heavier, pink ball.
And yet, there are those sponsors, who insist on paying per pin. I wonder if they are trying to motivate me into playing the best game ever, or instead have they sized me up and are banking on my deficiencies?
The baristas at Starbucks (5 of them) sponsored me. They didn't have a hat to spare (pun) so they gave me an apron to wear. When I arrived, one of the campers said, "I didn't know you worked at Starbucks." I replied, "I don't, they are my corporate sponsor."
Cyndea, Shane, Bobbi, Catherine, and Ryan.
Patti, Cat, and Leslie.
I'm telling you now that bowling BEATS having a rummage sale any day.
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Amen! It's a heck of a lot easier.
Cathern: I love your apron and I hope your corporate sponsor allowed you to keep it!! Hey, we took Chloe to the bowling alley for grins recently. It was a mullet and white trash fest. I felt like we were in a time warp....with all the big hair and bad makeup. Don't even get me started on the mom jeans. :-) I can still smell the cigarettes in my nostrils. I'm sure the Rockport Ally was filled with only the communities most prestigous ballers!!
Yearman!
Rockport doesn't have a bowling alley. We all had to drive over to Aransas Pass. Over there the cigerette smoke hits you in the face like a Mac truck when you walk in. The kind of folks that were bowling when I was there were kind of gothic. They wore black and had tattoos and piercings, oh and gauge earRANGS!
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