Submitted by Prairie Schooner on Wed, 08/31/2016 - 12:30
It’s a sufferer’s game, designed for Protestants and folks who get buried by snowstorms, and I come back to it week after week.
I thread a beautiful ball into the 1-3 pocket and instead of exploding the rack like it should, the ball slices the head pin high, causing it to helicopter around the left side and ricochet off the sidewall taking out only the corner 7. Now I’m looking at the left diamond, 2-4-5-8, a common leave that, since the pins are in a cluster, should be an easily convertible spare, but which I will not convert because to do so I need to spray the 2-4-5 triangle just so while keeping the ball on line to take out the 8 pin in the back.
The game is candlepin bowling. It is what we play in New England because we like to torture our souls for fun.