The first Cannons game was a victory. Randall and Judge’s first hand at managing a game was successful. We won 9-2 against the Rhinos.

My stat line: 2-4, RBI, R, and a RoE in the 3 spot.

I was the pitcher as Randall offered the position to me 5 minutes before game time.

Offense

Lackluster despite some timely hitting… Ryan actually came up with a big 2-out RBI single in the 5th. I managed to scrap in a run after Egg’s liner to shallow center was caught. All in all, unimpressive as the usual characters again demonstrated that hitting a softball is much harder than it is suppose to be.

Defense

Superb play much in part to Randall’s excellent positioning at SS and Ryan’s perfection at 1B. As I would say, near the end of the game to Randall, “By golly, I think we found our first baseman!�

Pitching

My performance leaves Randall and Judge with a dilemma. Do they allow Adam to develop as a pitcher or let me offer them the best chance of winning. Needless to say, I was pretty much on top of my game as I was able to drop the ball in deep, short, outside, inside… any which way to produce a weakly-hit ball. I haven’t been counting, but I believe my one strikeout a game streak is intact since I started pitching in Spring Season.

This week, we face the Van Ness Monsters. We were 1-1 with them last season after we dropped the last game due to my poor managerial maneuvering (putting Ray at RF as a sendoff cost us the game, 9-8 loss).

Needless to say, I am enjoying this season, albeit this is only the first game, a lot more without having to manage. I made a promise to myself that I will not yell at anyone this season (as I am no longer in the position (manager) to yell). However, the same issues continue to bug me as I stressed my views to Randall, Jennifer, and the Bush Baby on Saturday:

T: There are people on this team that suck. They don’t do anything about it.
J and A counter: Maybe they don’t know that they suck.
R: They know. Tommy tells them during practices and during games, and in the emails!
T: Damn right! I put that sh*t down in writing!
J and A: Maybe they just want to come and hang out? Winning doesn’t matter to them?
T: Sh*t! If that is the case, why play on this team? Randy, do you play just to ‘hang out?’
R: Nope!
T: Alright then! There are a lot of places and times to ‘hang out.’ You don’t need to ‘hang out’ with me on the softball field. These people talk about improving, but they don’t put in the work to do it. Maybe I just love this game too much.
J and A: ???
T: When you love something, you put in the work to get better. I happen to love playing sports, in this particular case, softball. So I work to get stronger and improve my mechanics so that I can play better. I don’t see the same for some of these people.
J and A: That’s because they just want to ‘hang out.’ Maybe there isn’t much they can do to improve no matter how much they want to.
T: That might very well be true. But I would not mind it (losing) if I knew my teammates were giving everything they got to try and improve. The fact of the matter is, they’re just lazy or not committed. No other ways around it!
J and A: …
T: I will also say… if I get to a certain level that I don’t think I am much help to the team and am not willing to put forth the effort to get better, I would strongly consider hanging up my cleats or playing for a weaker division or team!

On a lighter note: Soul Caliber 4 is out today!

Amazing milestone: Over 3,000 mutha f'en hits!

Both the Bush Baby and I have been pooped as of late. We don’t know exactly what the cause is, but we suspect that the house remodel has something to do with it.

One thing I noticed about this bout of fatigue is that it is not only physical, but also mental.

For a couple of nights now, I have complained to the Bush Baby that I have not had a good night’s sleep in while despite sleeping 8-9 hours a night.

In the mornings, I’d wake up extremely tired and sometimes sore, even though I have not worked out in a while now. The Bush Baby has tried to motivate me to get active by pushing me to return to the gym and go for long walks around our neighborhood. Still, it has not helped.

Needless to say, I have struggled in the CBC since the fatigue hit. Last week, I failed to break 500 with what only could be deemed by the Puba’s standards as a “funk.�

But two weeks in a row?

Even in the morning, I told the Bush Baby that I didn’t feel too good, and that I was strongly thinking about sitting out this week so that I could gather myself. Yet, the thirst of competition and the love of triumph over struggle thrusted me into action again.

This week, we faced Team #12 aka 12 in a Row

The team comprised of Fat Jerry, Aiman (Jackal’s brother), and Chubster Kenneth.

Aiman “A Man� – 194 avg (absent)
Chubster Kenneth – 155 avg
Fat Jerry – 199 avg

Vs

DeWayne – 153 avg
Puba – 185 avg (my avg took a dive after last week’s debacle)
Dahkness – 177 avg

Pre-game conversation (as I walked in early into CBC):

Fat Jerry: Aw man, we’re bowling you?!
Puba (laugh): Yeah.
Fat Jerry: Damn, and we have to give you handicap?
DeWayne: Why is he so concern?
Puba: Cause my team always beats his.

Game 1 – Opportunity

The Chubster was on fire from the get-go as he meticulously links up strikes for a 184 game. Fat Jerry saunters along for a 180.

DeWayne, who was itching to bowl based on his energy tonight, threw $5 into the sidepot mixed.

DeWayne: All I need is a 200 game right?
Puba: Yup, with 60 pts in handicap, that would equate to a 260. Not too many people going to bowl above that.
DeWayne: Okay! I’m in.

DeWayne’s first game: 155. Somehow, I broke the news to him that I did not think that was going to cut it.

The Puba, already fatigued and out of it, struggles for a 185, but offers an opportunity for our closer, Dahkness to win the game for us.

However, true to form, Dahkness splits in the 9th frame and wipes out any chance of us stealing the first game, as his 179 leaves us 10 pins short of victory… 558-548.

Puba: Damn it! Why does this guy keep f’en choking?!
DeWayne:

As Dahkness walks back, the Puba breaks the news that no one wants to hear.

Puba: Guys, I can tell already. I just don’t have anything in the tank tonight.
DeWayne & Dahkness:
Puba: You guys need to pick it up and carry us to victory.
DeWayne & Dahkness:
Puba: Either we continue on this path, and get swept like a bunch of b*tches, or we destroy these two fat boys!

Game 2 – And then, there was hope…

True to my word, my game suffered as I pressed to give my team a fighting chance. By the 5th frame, I had a 61. I was not even close to hitting strikes and my spare game continues to fail me at the most inopportune time.

Chubster stays hot as he rolls a 170 followed by Fat Jerry, who is still out of it, with a 178.

The opportunity was there, but DeWayne also struggles as he opens the 9th leaving him with a 128. The game was close and despite sucking ass, the Puba needed to give his team and Dahkness a chance as he demands that when he is bowling anchor.

Miraculously, the Puba unloads a thunderous strike in the 9th.

In the 10th frame, we were pretty much tied up until DeWayne propelled us 10 pins ahead with a turkey to close out with a 158.

Puba: F*ck yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!

Next up was the Puba. Always thinking ahead and not wanting to leave it to Dahkness, the Puba had only one thing in mind… as Jake Taylor says to Ricky Vaughn in “Major League�… Strike the mutha f*cka out!

With one throw, the game would be over. And for a second there… I thought it was.

As the ball travelled down the lane, I could see it veering into the pocket. But sh*t!

It hits an oily patch and slices the pins for… of all things… a 4!

As I walked back dejected, having thought I lost the game for my team, I managed a little laugh and exclaimed, “Unbelieveable… when the heck was the last time I hit a four…?�

And it was an ugly one, as the 1,3,4,6,7, and 9 stared back.

The Puba could see both DeWayne and Dahkness’ dejected demeanor.

What made it worst was that Fat Jerry had knocked out his first strike. As I approached the lane, my goal was to knock down as many pins as possible in hopes that Dahkness can overcome his track record of underperforming in pressure situations. As the ball rolled, I could tell I had a chance to get 5 of the 6.

Blok blok… SPARE!

We were back in business!

Fat Jerry did his job and turkeyed to end the game… which left Dahkness with only the task to double up and secure a victory.

Needless to say, I wasn’t holding my breath. But when the first strike was delivered, my hand raised in support of the man I have badgered and belittle in hopes of seeing a glimpse of greatness from him.

Puba (to himself): One more Judge! Just give me one f’en more!

POW! Dahkness delivers the knockout blow convincingly.

POW! Dahkness turkeys up as he shines for a 227 game and lifts up out of our 5 game skid with a 554-542 victory!

Puba: That’s what I’m f’en talkin’ about Judge!
Judge: Yeah!
Puba: Seizing the moment! The moment is all about you!

At that moment, I could sense that the Judge had truly learned what it meant to be a game-breaker, and be a real anchor!

Game 3 – Confidence breeds success!

Chubster stays hot and thunders for a 187. Fat Jerry struggles for a 171.

No match, as DeWayne delivers his first 200 game in his CBC career with a 205. His eye was on the prize.

DeWayne: Someone needs a 266 to beat me right?
Dahkness & Puba: Yup!

I continue to struggle as I mozied along for a 150. However, in the 9th frame, I figured out what I was doing wrong. Thinking that the fatigue was slowing my ball down, I tried to overcompensate by chucking the ball harder. The problem was the release point, as I could sense my form was poor. Instead of releasing the ball at the right point (pretty much my arm at 5-10 degrees from being straight down), I was releasing the ball almost 45 degrees ahead. In essence, I was throwing a dead ball as all the power in the ball was burned in the first 15 feet.

Dahkness, experiencing new life, thunders for a 216 and his first 600 series with a 622.

We win 600-552.

This week, we’re 3-1 and are now back to .500 with a 14-14 record.

Puba: Excellent job guys! Way to carry me tonite! (to Dahkness): Now do you see what I’m talking about?!
Dahkness: Yeah!
Puba: Tonite was your f’en night! Great job!

Give me your lunch money! (Money I took from others):

Dahkness: -$2

Additional tidbits:
All three of us are excited to bowl at the National Bowling Arena on Labor Day Weekend. We’re not expecting too much except to enjoy the experience as it will be our first time bowling at the big stage.

DeWayne: I just want to bowl there once in my life!
Dahkness: Well, you’ll get your chance!
Puba: Yeah, I’m pretty interested to see what it is like!

Get ready Reno! The Puba and his band of delinquents are coming to town!

More tidbits:

Puba: I think I might take a break from bowling to recharge the batteries.
DeWayne & Dahkness: Yeah, might be a good idea.
Puba: Yeah, also, it will give the Super a chance to practice.

Had 15 minutes at work (break). Went through some music cds lying around in my cube. But guess what I stumbled upon...?

Kind Dedede's CD of pictures from my wedding...

The Savage... threatening me and my new wife...

The Savage... threatening the photographer...

The Savage... tired of threatening...

The Savage... done with threatening...

What do you do when you simply have nothing...?

Jury duty is officially over as of Tuesday, but I will admit that the deliberation process took a lot out of me.

At times, it got emotional in there. While we're instructed to cast aside our emotions and feelings, it was difficult, and I, along with several others, did fall prey of letting our emotions get the better of us. However, we stayed focused on the evidence of the case.

As the foreman, I had to keep everyone from drifting off topic and chiming in on the "what if's" and "what should of's" of the case. That task in itself was extremely tiresome especially with one particular juror also nagging us to come up with a quick decision so she can leave.

By the time I made it to the CBC, you could of pretty much put a fork in me as I was cooked... to the bone.

Week 6 of 10 of the CBC

This week we faced a team that, on paper, matched up with us almost exactly.

Having been so frustrated with my performance and my team's, I find it difficult to rehash the names of our opponents because I misplaced the score sheet.

Nonetheless, they had three bowler who averaged 180, 145, and 190. We had the Super this week with a 142 avg, Dahkness with a 178 avg, and the Puba with a 192 avg.

Game 1 - Just call me Dahkness

Now I know how Judge feels as I am slammed with 7 splits. The Puba gets used and abused with a 107.

Our opponents' 145 avg bowler goes off for a 242 game.

I'm not going to even bother talking about the Super and Judge's lackluster performances as that is enough to show how we lost by 162 pins.

Puba: F*ck this sh*t!
Super & Dahkness:
Puba: I have nothing tonite guys. You guys need to carry me.

Game 2 - When It Counts

The most noticeable thing about these lanes is that if I flared out too much, my ball did not bite back. If I tried to bowl straight, it would hit a dry spot and veer dramatically to the right.

Still, I was determined not to let the lane conditions be my excuse as I struggled towards a 195 game.

In the meantime, I worked with Super to rid himself of his handicap/carpal-tunnel wrist guard and get him to trust the strength of his hand and wrist to generate and control his ball.

It worked well as he was able to improve consistency on his first ball. However, his second/spare shooting suffered.

Puba: The style I want you to bowl... I want that for the first ball.
Super: OK.
Puba: For your spares, I don't care how you shoot it... just hit it.
Super: OK.

We hung for most of the match, until then end, when our opponents were able to close us out with a 22 point victory. As I observed our struggles, I knew the blame fell on the Judge's shoulders as he failed to hit his average with a lame 160.

Puba: Man, I don't know what you have to do, but these weakass 160's are not going to cut it.
Dahkness:
Puba: Super, I can deal with as I'm trying to teach him how to bowl. You, I can not. You and I have the ability to hit strikes consistently. But where I'm different is that I hit them when it counts!
Dahkness:
Puba (stares down the Super & Dahkness): You can bowl all the f'en 200 games you want, but it don't mean sh*t, if it is all for a losing effort.
Super & Dahkness:

Game 3 - No Magic

Our last game rolls along like the second. We have a brief opportunity here and there but fail to capitalize.

The good thing is I was able to light a fire underneath Judge's ass as he's able to break out of the 160's and bowl a game in the 190's.

The bad thing is I have to light a fire underneath Judge's ass to have him bowl better.

Puba: This sh*t is just like softball!
Judge:
Puba: When it is two f'en outs and we need a hit, do you want to be the one holding the f'en bat?

I was extremely tired and sweating profusely from having to throw so many balls down the lane. Still, I was determined to put together a team that would be ready to compete come Labor Day Weekend at the National Bowling Arena, even if it meant destroying and crushing my teammates's games and confidence to build it up (stronger)!

Puba: You're doing better. How do you feel? What did you see or notice?
Super: It's better. It's hitting better.
Puba: The key is not have you throw the ball down at the same spot each time and hope it hits. I want you to hit the middle with consistency! Trust me when I say, I can live with splits. It's the 3-pin first balls that I can't stand.
Super: Yeah, I know.
Puba: All this talk about how you don't bowl often enough means f'en nothing. Judge and I don't bowl often enough unless you say once a week is often enough!
(Super nods in agreement.)
Puba: Judge, you keep saying that your average and mine are almost the same.
Dahkness:
Puba: It might be, but I'm better than you because I f'en deliver when it counts! Now I need you to get to that level!

This week, we started out in 9th place with a 11-9 record. Now, we're 11-13 and sure to plummet.

Give me your lunch money! (Money I took from others this week):

Dahkness: -$2
Super: $3
Total: $1

A month and a half away from the tournament... we got our work cut out for us.

People love to talk to me... whether it be in the BART, at the market, on the street, whatever... It's gotten to the point that I have material for each solicitation for friendly jibber.

This morning, for example, I am getting on an elevator with another gentleman, hand clasp to a cup of Starbuck's coffee.

Gentleman: Ahh... Starbucks!
T (little laugh): Yeah, "breakfast of champions!"
Gentleman (laughs out loud): Yeah, for sure!
T: Or is it "drug of choice?"
Gentleman (laughs even louder): Yeah! That too!
T:

Anyways, back to chronicling my life...

July 3, 2008

A gang of us brought out Da Cheeze for his berfday at San Mateo Prime. The food was okay, despite me not being able to finish my piece of prime rib after demanding, "Give me the biggest piece of meat you got!"

What can I say? I was starving after going to the gym!

After dinner, we headed to Millbrae for some HK dessert. A nice bowl of green bean and seaweed (albeit, the Bush Baby and I noticed there wasn't any seaweed this time around).

July 4, 2008

Nothing planned for much of the weekend except relaxation. But that quickly changed after a morning visit to Neal's Coffee Shop for some yummy bacon and eggs, hash browns, and a swedish pancake!

The Bush Baby's mother calls us and invites us to Sonoma. Already pooped from (re)starting my workout regimen, jury duty, and work, we made the trek up north.

Needless to say, I wasn't good company as all I wanted to do was eat and sleep.

After Sonoma, we drove back home, only to get a call from Da Cheeze and the Admiral to come out to Marina for dinner at their favorite italian restaurant, Ristorante Parma.

After filling our bellies even more, we headed a couple of blocks down on Chestnut to grab some dessert. The Little Man joined us as Da Cheeze and the Admiral rekindled stories about Da Cheeze's former flames. And as always, Da Cheeze finds a way to get me into the mix as the stories always have included me in some shape or form. Despite some minor ego bruises and sensationalistic story telling, we managed to laugh the night away.

July 5, 2008

More gym fun in the morning... blah. Afterwards, we went out to Dim Sum on Clement St. with Ali's grandma and her relatives. Food was actually pretty good, considering it was not one of the high-end restaurants that everyone goes to, like Yank Sing and Koi Palace.

In the evening, we headed to the She-Fiend and Little Vito's house in Union City where the She-Fiend prepared a yummy pasta dish for us. Leonard was in attendance as well.

Again, more eats and more laughs...

At the end of dinner, I headed back to Burlingame to meet up with Da Cheeze, DeWayne, and the Super for some GoKart fun! Da Cheeze as always destroys us as he qualifies first, followed by DeWayne, me, and the Super. I, however, manage to pull a quick maneuver to get by DeWayne right out of the gates and manage to finish the race second behind Da Cheeze. Super, surprisingly, actually did pretty well as I did not manage to get by to lap him albeit, I was close!

Afterwards, we went to Peter's Cafe to find that it was close. Instead, we made the trek to Thai Stick and had... let's say it together now... more eats and more laughs...

July 6, 2008

Met up with the She-Fiend and Little Vito in the city at 10:30 a.m., more specifically, at the end of Broadway St. There is several flights of stairs there that residents in that wickedly wealthy neighborhood enjoy running up and down on.

After two times up and down, our legs were feeling jelly-like. So, we drove down to Chrissy Field and did a light jog to the Golden Gate Bridge and back. And as always, we followed that with a nice brunch at Judy's on Chestnut where they serve pretty hearty size portions. Good recommendation Bush Baby!

July 8, 2008

After a long day at Jury Duty, I made the trek to the CBC. Since we had time, we went to McDonald's where I got a chocolate-dipped cone. Bad idea!

By the time, I got to the CBC, my stomach was already grumbling. But the transformation had to occur. So, stomach pains aside, the Puba was ready for action.

Our opponents this week was team 14, Mo's Team (also known as the team that we lost 1st place to in the fall season). The Puba knew he was in for a war, but saw it as a small opportunity to get some revenge for the way his team was f'en "used & abused" at the championship.

Thomas - 185 avg
Margie - 177 avg
Derrick - 215 avg

vs

DeWayne - 149 avg
Puba - 193 avg
Dahkness - 178 avg (after tonite, Used & Abused has a new nickname)

We get 51 pins in handicap.

Game 1

Puba: These are the f'ers we lost the championship to!
DeWayne: Yeah.
Puba: I'm going to destroy these SOBs!

DeWayne shoot out of the gate converting on some easy 7-spares and delivers a 163. The Puba saunters along for a 199. Dahkness has an opportunity to beat the Puba, but rolls a six, coming up short and finishes with a 198.

Puba: Damn, Judge, I give you the opportunity to beat me, and you choke!
Judge:

We destroy Mo's team as Thomas shoots a 177. Margie opens a can of whoopass with a 206, but Derrick starts off cold with a 152.

We win 611 - 535.

Despite relishing the victory, the Puba reminds himself that, "ONE win don't mean sh*t!"

Game 2

A critical game that the Puba recognizes will determine the rest of the evening.

Puba: We need this game!
DeWayne and Dahkness: (nod in agreement)

Mid-game conversation:

(Margie hits a miraculous strike on the 5th frame.)

Derrick: Wow! Determination! (laughs)
Puba: That's all it takes? Determination? (then proceeds to deliver a devastating strike and proceeds with his patented throat slash!)
Derrick:
Puba: How about skill?
Derrick: Yes, that's skill!
DeWayne: Hey, now you're doing David's move?
Puba: That's not Dave's move! He wishes it was his move! He has his guns, which unfortunately were pea-shooters the last time he bowled!
(DeWayne and Puba laugh)

(Derrick then proceeds to connect on his fourth straight strike).

Puba: Now, that's skills!
Derrick:

Needless to say, we were in trouble. With lane conditions proving to be more beneficial to slow-rollers, the Puba's upside was severely limited. It was time to rally the troops and try to elevate their focus and game!

(8th frame - after all of us connect on strikes in the 7th)

Puba: This is it! Everyone doubles up!
DeWayne and Dahkness: (look even more determined...)
Puba: Don't you f'en choke on me Judge!

DeWayne connects on a spare. The Puba and Dahkness double up!

DeWayne thunders for a 184, I think his highest game this season. The Puba gets robbed in the 10th and has to settle for another 199. Dahkness senses an opportunity to defeat the Puba and delivers this time for a 201.

We win 635 - 583 despite Derrick unloading a 244 on us. Margie holds solidly with a 182, but Thomas fades with a 157.

Puba: We don't even need the f'en handicap! We're destroying these guys!

Game 3

Somehow it was bound to happen. DeWayne had been riding dangerously with his "power" bowling, and I knew it was only a matter of time that he was going to falter as the lane was deteriorating at a quick pace.

With that said, I knew Mo's team also had to endure the lane conditions and would also share in our struggles.

But we pressed on as best as we could, but nothing could of been worst than what happened to us as Dahkness was plagued by split after split, after f'en split!

(3rd frame, after Dahkness just split the first two)

Puba: Hey Judge, it's time to get in the f'en game!
Dahkness: (shakes his head and proceeds to spare up)

(7th frame, after Dahkness splits the 4th, opens on the 5th, and splits the 6th)

Puba: F*ck! This game is ours for the taking! It is time to step up!
Dahkness: (strikes in the 7th)

(8th frame and 9th frame)

Dahkness splits both.

Puba (to DeWayne): Damn, this guy is black as f*ck!
DeWayne:

DeWayne finishes with a 152. The Puba knows he has no chance so he cools his jets for a 163. Dahkness wreaks of sh*ttiness and looks completely lost as he manages only a 128.

Mo's team does not fare much better as Thomas shoots a 163, Margie a 170, and Derrick comes back down to earth with a 182.

Still, they beat us 515 - 494.

We settle for 3-1 this week.

Next week, DeWayne is out and the Super is in. And just to motivate and spite the Super (who is an avid reader of this blog):

DeWayne: 11-5
Super: 0-4

We're 11-9 now. Started off the night at .500 (8-8) and tied for 13th place. We might be in the top 10 after this week!

Give me your lunch money (Money I took from the Judge this week): $2

Other tidbits:

National Bowling Arena: The stage is set. The bowlers are ready.

Saturday at 5 p.m. will feature the teams of Puba/Dahkness and DeWayne/Super.

Sunday at 12:30 p.m. The four of us will join forces as we set the CBC and the National Bowling Arena on fire!

Additional tidbits:

The Bachelorette won me two Nubi yogurts. DeAnna ended up picking Jesse, the snowboarder. In the "After the Final Rose" show, Jason (the father) puts in his last jab claiming that DeAnna never looked at him like she did Graham (who I thought was an uncharismatic loser). He was right as I thought she loved how Jason always seemed positive despite having to raise a 3-year old boy.

But at the end, despite DeAnna denying it, I felt she did not want to deal with not only gaining a new guy, but also becoming a stepmother.

And to be fair to her, it is tough. To fall in love on a TV show and get engage is already hair-raising enough. To acquire an instant family is probably too much to ask for a 26 year old, even though she appeared very grounded, smart, and mature.

Despite a long day at jury duty, the Puba was out in full force. You see, the Puba has been working hard improving his strength as he is gearing for his P90X workout "experiment."

Week 4 of 10 in the CBC...

Our opponents: Norfolk Auto (Haven't a clue its meaning...)

Stan "The Man" - 192 avg
Wally "The Drunk" - 165 avg
Winson "The Winless" - 142 avg

vs

Dewayne - 156 avg
Puba - 189 avg
Used & Abused - 175 avg

Handicap: We give 18 pins.

The night started off with a conversation of all things about the Super:

Dewayne: Hey, the Super read your last blog.
Puba: Oh yeah?
Dewayne: Yeah, and he does not want to bowl now. (laughing)
Puba (laughing): Okay.
Dewayne:
Puba: I'll apologize to him. Even though we're winless with him, just one week, at least he has NOT truly failed me like some others.

Game 1

What would you expect if I told you that the Puba started off every game with a spare?

Dewayne starts off hot. By the 7th frame, he's in the 130s. He's actually matching the Drunk until last three frames in which he opens all of them and closes out at a 157 while the Drunk holds steady with a 178.

Used & Abused is also off to a good start as he tries to match the Puba, strike after strike, and delivers an impressive 205 despite not throwing a single practice ball.

The Man is only "the man" for his team as he delivers a strong 193. The Puba, however, "the man" period, as he leads all scores with a 215.

The Winless, was simply that, as he bowled anchor and shot a measly 117.

We win 577 - 506.

Game 2

The Man takes over as he rolls a 210, with relative ease as he gets repeated high-fives from Anh Cornell's girlfriend.

Unfortunately for him, he couldn't do it by himself as the Drunk and Winless stumble with identical 143s.

Not to mention, he couldn't combat the Puba and Used & Abused bowling 197 and 194 respectively.

We win, 547 - 514. Our 30 pt drop is attributed to the Puba and Used & Abused falling out of the 200 territory as Dewayne remains consistent and shoots his avg. There is concern.

Puba: Damn, that is a 30pt drop.
Dewayne and U&A (take notice):
Puba: Here's our chance to take four! We can't drop any further!

Game 3

Feeding off a strong 1st and 2nd game, we were determined to ride the momentum albeit I was concern that we were falling fast with our output.

Not to mention, the Man was determined to not let us take four as he converts a turkey in the start.

But the Puba wasn't going to let that sh*t happen!

Our mid-game conversation:

Puba (notices the Man's 20 point lead over the Puba after 6 frames): F'en ass! You see that Judge?
U&A (looks up and recognizes that the Man is taking over the game): Yeah...
Puba: I'm going to destroy his ass! You watch!
U&A (doesn't know how the Puba is going to pull this off):
Puba: Watch and learn!

Final score:

The Man - 192
Puba - 206

We win 515 - 474.

We're back to .500 with an 8-8 record.

Sorry Super, I must put that this down just for kicks!

Dewayne: 8-4
Super: 0-4

But you need not worry Super, as you will have your opportunity to redeem yourself!

Give me your lunch money! (Money I took from Used & Abused):

U&A (walks over to the computer to look at our scores):
Puba: Same thing like last week Judgie! Your 559 vs my 618.
U&A (hands over $4):
Puba: We need to work on getting you to the next level!

Additional tidbits:

The Puba and U&A plan to take our show to Nevada where we plan to bowl at the Silver Legacy bowling arena! We will have a Doubles act and a team of 4.

Puba: Hey Check, can you hook us up with some bowlers? We want to bowl doubles and team.
Check: Alison can't bowl?
Puba: She's going to Bean Town to visit her cousins.
Check: Okay, let me see who I can pair you two with for the team.
Puba: You know what? Is Steve, the President, bowling?
Check: Yeah, he is. He's bowling by himself.
Puba: Oh yeah? Put him with us!
Check: Okay, now we need to find you one more.
Puba: Okay, let me check with the rest of them to see if anyone else wants to go up to Reno and bowl. Perhaps Ali's little brother, Grantland, if no one else can do it.
Check: Okay, that works.

Question to rest of you blog readers, before I ask the young lad. Anyone want to head up to Reno on Labor day weekend to bowl in the big arena?

More tidbits:

Been watching the Bachelorette. It is actually the only show I follow regularly as there is really nothing worthwhile on TV these days. Anyways, DeAnna, the Bachelorette, narrowed her choices down to three guys. At the end of the night, she eliminated Jeremy, who she deemed as "Perfect."

Personally, I predicted that she would eliminate Jeremy as I found that it would be rather silly for them to base their relationship on the fact that they both had deceased parents, and that that was one of the reasons why she thought he was "perfect."

At the end of night, she alluded to just that. She felt that what she shared and understood his sorrow, but that she didn't want to make the mistake of comparing that to romance.

So goodbye Jeremy.

Now, DeAnna is down to Jason (the divorced father) or Jesse (the Shredder/Snowboarder).

The Bush Baby is rooting for Jason as am I. However, I chose Jesse just to play Devil's Advocate.