Hoo, can there have been a bigger let down than finals day at the London International?
Not the organisation, I hasten to add, but my own performance.
For any reader who doesn’t already know (and I’m sure you all do as only my friends visit this!) I play tenpin bowling to a competitive level. Or at least, I attempt to compete. The London International is a great tournament, with several different ways of qualifying for the finals day, which were today. It is re-entry.
My first entry was let down by a poor first game, but other than that, it wasn’t too bad, so I decided to go again. This turned out to be a good thing as I averaged 208 for the 9 games (213, with tarts bonus) which was pretty good going, especially as the condition was pretty hard. Although I re-entered yesterday as I wasn’t sure if this would be enough, it did indeed turn out to be enough to get me through to finals day.
So, after a sleepless night because apparently I don’t sleep anymore and am in fact a vampire, or at least, an insomniac, I got up at the literal crack of dawn and public transported it to the Airport Bowl, with the help of my friend, Rob. Public transport and bowling balls are never fun and my muscles are now protesting too much.
Lined up really well in practise and felt great for the match, but proceed to throw it away. Lost the first game 224 (I think) to 193 (198). I wasn’t too bothered about this, as although I missed a ten pin, it wouldn’t have made a difference and it wasn’t such a bad game. The next game, however, I just couldn’t cope with the heat and as a result wasn’t throwing the ball fast enough, nor was I throwing it in the right place. I thought I was out of the competition at this point, but then a window of opportunity was offered – if I struck. Sadly, I stupidly tugged the ball and it went sailing left and out of the comeptition I went, shooting a rather measly 160 (165).
I hate bowling.

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