Shame in a Dark Alley

Today, we went to one of our favorite places, Boston Bowl. They give you a free pair of socks every time you go, and I’m not exaggerating when I say we have at least 12 pairs of Boston Bowl socks. I didn’t try to destroy the kids, but I did legitimately try my best to beat them. Here’s how it went down.

Georgie did his signature move: high toss to far right corner.

Hazy used a variety of techniques, including one I’m pretty sure she stole from me, “steering” the ball psychically.

I tried bowling like grown ups do. I tried bowling through the middle of my legs. I tried bowling-billiards, playing off the bumpers. Whatever I did, I failed. And so this happened:

I barely beat a 4-year old and a 7-year old kicked my ass.

Scoreboard aside, damn we looked good. My PJA bowling teammates will be glad (horrified?) to know that I continued to sully the STFU Donny name by wearing my PJA bowling shirt.

After the bowling debacle (or triumph, depending on whom you ask), we hit the “arcave.” Hazy and George’s favorite game was Ghostbusters, followed closely by a Spongebob-themed version of one of those suckah games where you try to push the quarters over the edge and it always seems like the next quarter will be the one that does it but it never is.