Our first bowling trip with the boys, and also with Rob, Tammy, Parker and Baby Dominic, was a success, although the boys refused to use the wooden ramp and instead developed various unorthodox methods of chucking their balls, and Ian got his fingers smashed (of course) and I remembered the satisfaction of throwing a strike and the frustration that accompanies pretty much every other kind of throw.
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I like the fact that the young sire is being referred to as "baby" Domenic. When does that change?
i guess you're right-- it doesn't.
When he becomes "Demonic Baby" at around two. Also, Dave, any coincidence that we both have Lebowski refrences within the past two days?
In your time at the alley and in watching The Big Lebowski you still didn't manage to retain the vernacular. The verb is "roll," not "throw" . . . unless you're really doing it wrong.
As in:
Walter Sobchak: I told those fucks down at the league office a thousand times that I don't roll on Shabbos!
Donny: What's Shabbos?
Walter Sobchak: Saturday, Donny, is Shabbos, the Jewish day of rest. That means that I don't work, I don't get in a car, I don't fucking ride in a car, I don't pick up the phone, I don't turn on the oven, and I sure as shit
[shouts]
don't fucking roll! Shomer shabbos!
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