Obsession I
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Well this post isn't about the great song, Obsesion (That is not a spelling error), by Frankie J. The past month I have been highly addicted to bowling. It's not everyday you know someone obsessed with bowling. But it was definitely bound to happen.
It all started in the winter storm when I was about 7 years old. My family and I went drove to a local bowling alley (Cranston Lanes) late at night (I assume since my parents worked till 10 at night). All I remember my father helping me bowl that crazy gigantic heavy ball. Besides that all I can recall is wanting to throw more but they wouldn't let me (Probably a good choice, bowling is not to be wasted on throws from a toddler). Then, at the end of the night, we returned home, only for my parents to help strangers push cars on the snowy streets.
Fast forward to my senior year in high school. Being the studious students my friends and I bowled at Cranston Lanes during many of week nights since it was cheaper. This is where my desire to get bowling shoes first came appeared. It was such a great time, spending time with some good friends. With my competitive nature, every night was a intense, at least for me (I can't speak for the rest of them. I have feeling it was probably just me). I was always jealous and annoyed that my friend Singlenut's straight throw beat my two-fingered curve throw sometimes. But I felt like another friend, DK, and I were very competitive most games. Of course, I won most of the time. By the end of the year, we were pretty good; I was averaging probably 160 or so (Some people didn't get on my level; My better was better than their better).
15 minutes away from my house, was Providence Lanes where they had dollar games. So that was an option sometimes, but as a Rhode Islander, that is a long drive. After high school, I probably only bowled a few times a year, just wasting my bowling talent away. My college buddies were smart enough not to feed my addiction too much for the temptation was minimal. But some friendships started with night of bowling during finals week.
Fast forward again to a few months ago in Fort Wayne, IN, a group of us went to explore the town and ended up at Pro Bowl West. And to my surprise, bowling was amazingly cheap on a Friday night. Then, the obsession started... I bought the pair of bowling shoes I've longing for over five years. With the combination of having no more rental shoe costs and cheap bowling, the addiction has just increased exponentially the past month. It's come to the point where I'm craving the sounds of pins crashing every night. It doesn't matter what time either (I don't sleep much anyways), call me at 1am on a Friday, no problem. I'll be there. I'm glad I've started Bowling Night to feed my appetite some. Hopefully a league team will come out of it and I will fulfill my life goal of competing and winning a bowling league.
My obsession with bowling may have come too far though. I'm pretty sure (99.9% positive) that at least one person has hostile emotions against my infatuation of bowling. And only more to come in the near future. It can be stopped though, I love the feeling of the ball hitting the 1 and 2 pin and getting a strike. It's one of the greatest feelings known to mankind. Maybe it's not the actual bowling that I'm in love with, maybe it's all the high five-ing that occur. Maybe it's the great friendship building that the game brings to the table. Maybe I love the feeling of holding the position after bowling the ball too much. Maybe it's more love for non-contact sports. Maybe it's the modified Purple Cobras celebration I do after getting strikes (It's probably this one):
This obsession is real. Please do not tease me with the thought of bowling. This is just a cruel and unusual punishment. I will go bowling, anytime, anywhere. Well, a reasonable location. But anytime hold true.
Now for the real question: What bowling ball should I buy? I was thinking the 2Fast by Storm. Any recommendations?