Poetic Bowling Banter

Bowling and National Poetry Month - what do they have in common? Well, at the National Bowling Center in Reno, sixty lanes filled with teams of five men possessed an energy and rhythm, plus a certain pacing and flow that seemed poetic. Colorful shirts and language abounded as balls rumbled down lanes to strike pins with a resounding thwack. Or clunk, depending on the shot.

Most sorts of diversion in men, children, and other animals are an imitation of fighting - Jonathan Swift.

Bowling has its own language, too - in the pocket, leave the ten pin, spares, and strikes. The lanes have an oil pattern which dictate the shot. It's like haiku versus a sonnet versus free verse.

The one nice thing about sports is that they prove men do have emotions and are not afraid to show them. - Jane O'Reilly.

Based on this picture the night before tournament play, Ray was saving himself for the BIG game.

Enough about bowling. Here's outdoor poetry, atop Heavenly in South Tahoe.

I'd call this shot a Perfect Game