Barbwire
02-19-2007, 04:44 PM
Call Me Mrs. King Pin
Ok, so ya know how I was whining that I could not get a Wii for my son around Christmas time? Well, we finally scored one and gave it to him for his birthday a coupla weeks ago.
Last night, for the first time, we played as a family; we bowled. I lost the first game to my son, but at least I beat my hubby, so I didn't feel so bad, right? Ok, so we bowl another game and this time I give it my all, I mean, there ain't no way in heck I'm gonna let a 9 year old punk beat me this time. I am kicking arse and taking names until the 6th frame, and hubby has to take a phone call, so I bowl for him. I'm throwing that ball like a lunatic, seeing red for each pin I miss and cursing the gods for each gutter ball. I'm getting more and more into it, sweating and concentrating so much that I give myself a headache. Meanwhile, my son, is as cool as a cucumber and he beats me.
My ego is bruised, but I am on fire with the need for revenge, so I challenge him to a third game. Hubby walks in the room, sees the crazed look in my eyes, and says, he'll pass on game 3. Alright, so it's down to just me and the boy. I get 3 strikes in the first two frames, gloating and prancing about like I had just won the Stanley Cup or something. Then, my son ups the ante by getting 3 strikes himself.
My confidence is not shaken by his challenge, and I pour my heart and soul into the rest of the game, getting mostly strikes and a few spares. My son matches me pin for pin, but I am leading by 5 in the final frame. I go to throw the ball and I get an incredible pain at the top of my shoulder, which causes me to throw a gutter ball. My son, mocks me verbally, then proceeds to throw a strike, crushing me, and then says, he's done.
I'm all like, "No way kid, we are playing another game". I just HAVE to beat him once. He tells me "no" and goes to watch TV. I am determined to beat him in a game so I plead with him until he comes back in and starts another game with me. From the first ball, I find my arm is all screwed up, it hurts like heck to extend it, but I bowl on, getting worse and worse until I run into the bathroom, take 2 muscle relaxers, hurriedly apply Ben Gay to my shoulder, and then run to continue the game. My son has lost all interest and just barely cares enough to participate, but I force him to go on. Finally, sweet lord, finally, in the last two frames I get strikes and beat him by 2 points. My joy cannot be contained as I cavort about the room and rub it into my son's face that I have beat him, even with a badly injured shoulder, I have beat him. He's all like, "whatever mom", then goes to watch tv.
Last night, when I went to bed, the pain in my shoulder was wicked, but I was smug enough in my supreme bowling abilities to shrug off the pain and sleep. This morning, I was in sooo much pain, I was thinking I'd torn my rotator cuff or something. My husband laughed at me for hurting myself "virtual bowling" and I screamed at him and tell him it's all his fault because I had to take his turns while he was on the phone.
So, here I sit, with a heating pad on my shoulder, drinking red wine and waiting for the muscle relaxers and Motrin to kick in. Don't scold me for drinking and taking pills, but praise me for being the best danged bowler in the house. WOOT, WOOT!
Ok, so ya know how I was whining that I could not get a Wii for my son around Christmas time? Well, we finally scored one and gave it to him for his birthday a coupla weeks ago.
Last night, for the first time, we played as a family; we bowled. I lost the first game to my son, but at least I beat my hubby, so I didn't feel so bad, right? Ok, so we bowl another game and this time I give it my all, I mean, there ain't no way in heck I'm gonna let a 9 year old punk beat me this time. I am kicking arse and taking names until the 6th frame, and hubby has to take a phone call, so I bowl for him. I'm throwing that ball like a lunatic, seeing red for each pin I miss and cursing the gods for each gutter ball. I'm getting more and more into it, sweating and concentrating so much that I give myself a headache. Meanwhile, my son, is as cool as a cucumber and he beats me.
My ego is bruised, but I am on fire with the need for revenge, so I challenge him to a third game. Hubby walks in the room, sees the crazed look in my eyes, and says, he'll pass on game 3. Alright, so it's down to just me and the boy. I get 3 strikes in the first two frames, gloating and prancing about like I had just won the Stanley Cup or something. Then, my son ups the ante by getting 3 strikes himself.
My confidence is not shaken by his challenge, and I pour my heart and soul into the rest of the game, getting mostly strikes and a few spares. My son matches me pin for pin, but I am leading by 5 in the final frame. I go to throw the ball and I get an incredible pain at the top of my shoulder, which causes me to throw a gutter ball. My son, mocks me verbally, then proceeds to throw a strike, crushing me, and then says, he's done.
I'm all like, "No way kid, we are playing another game". I just HAVE to beat him once. He tells me "no" and goes to watch TV. I am determined to beat him in a game so I plead with him until he comes back in and starts another game with me. From the first ball, I find my arm is all screwed up, it hurts like heck to extend it, but I bowl on, getting worse and worse until I run into the bathroom, take 2 muscle relaxers, hurriedly apply Ben Gay to my shoulder, and then run to continue the game. My son has lost all interest and just barely cares enough to participate, but I force him to go on. Finally, sweet lord, finally, in the last two frames I get strikes and beat him by 2 points. My joy cannot be contained as I cavort about the room and rub it into my son's face that I have beat him, even with a badly injured shoulder, I have beat him. He's all like, "whatever mom", then goes to watch tv.
Last night, when I went to bed, the pain in my shoulder was wicked, but I was smug enough in my supreme bowling abilities to shrug off the pain and sleep. This morning, I was in sooo much pain, I was thinking I'd torn my rotator cuff or something. My husband laughed at me for hurting myself "virtual bowling" and I screamed at him and tell him it's all his fault because I had to take his turns while he was on the phone.
So, here I sit, with a heating pad on my shoulder, drinking red wine and waiting for the muscle relaxers and Motrin to kick in. Don't scold me for drinking and taking pills, but praise me for being the best danged bowler in the house. WOOT, WOOT!