Little did I know just how physical the game is. First, you are constantly walking over to the counter to get beer. Then you are constantly walking to the bathroom. The workout is exhausting. And don’t get me started on the three steps to the line. Every 15 minutes, another three steps. What did they think we were, machines?
Despite all the coursework, I still had trouble breaking 100 that summer with my pal. But that was okay. Sipping a cold brew while awaiting my turn in the crisp, climate-controlled air of the bowling alley in the middle of a hot afternoon, I knew that, as the philosopher says, the important thing isn’t whether you win or lose. It’s how you play the summer heat.