Take the skinhead bowling

Somehow I talked into joining a team in Palo Alto Bowl's summer league, and tonight was the first night. Before the action started, all league participants were assembled in a back room to confirm teams and review the league rules. Aye caramba, I couldn't help feeling like I was in traffic school!

After the painful meeting, we made our way over to the lanes. I was one of two new rookies on our team, so I soaked up the scene before joining the fun. During the 15 minute warm-up, the other team seemed to hog to lanes, so I just backed off and watched. I'm used to throwing my fist game cold turkey anyway, so it didn't much matter.

Eventually the other team introduced themselves and the three-game match started. It wasn't long before the other team was high fiving, low fiving and constantly touching one another. I was not used to this, and everyone quickly noticed my frigidity. Call me crazy, but I'm not into rubbing flesh with strangers when I pick-up a hapless spare. Let me at least get a strike first!

Well, it took well over three hours to complete the traffic school meeting and three games of bowling. This is going to be a long summer...