Stock Footage

This installment of The One Board originally appeared in Bowlers Journal International, February, 2017

Remember when Peg Bundy (Married With Children) bowled a 300? How about when Jill Taylor (Home Improvement) did her little dance after every shot and drilled every rack? When Tim fouled on his last shot, he had to kiss her bowling shoes and emasculate himself in front of all his construction-worker friends.

The Conners went bowling in every episode on Roseanne. The folks on Family Matters rehashed every generic bowling plot in existence.

Why does every sitcom venture into the world of bowling? Because it’s compelling. Yes, even to Hollywood folks who don’t care about formats or topography or even correct scoring, there is always something captivating about someone having to pick up a 7-10 split to win whatever low-stakes contest is being held on that particular show. That’s why The Pressure-Packed 7-10 Attempt is the greatest generic sitcom plot in history, easily edging out Person Gets Carried Away Gambling and Child Mysteriously Gets Impossible-to-Find Christmas Gift that Neither Parent Purchased and Then Stare at the Ceiling in Wonder While Sleigh Bells Jingle.

The record, as far as I know, for most sitcom 7-10 conversions belongs to Bronson Pinchot. His first came in 1989 as Balki Bartokomous on Perfect Strangers, a show that needs to be more readily available in some format somewhere (maybe Xtra Frame?). After an ill-timed eye appointment, during which the doctor put drops in his eyes and he “(couldn’t) see a thing,” Balki was put in the anchor position on Cousin Larry’s team, taking on Mr. Gorpley and his goons, who had been winning the league trophy (and rubbing Larry’s face in it) for years.

Stepping up in the 10th, Balki needed a strike and a spare to win it. He stood on the approach, pins blurry, walked to the line, delivered with his too-new-to-be-controversial two-handed release and blasted the rack for a strike. Could he repeat the shot and win it?

It looked good. “Yes… yes…” said Larry. The dreaded 7-10 split. “No… no…” continued Larry.

Because this was a sitcom, nobody wanted anything to do with the smart play: pick up one of the two pins to tie and settle the match in a rolloff. Besides, if they’d done that, the episode would’ve run long and they would’ve had to cut the final scene in which we all learn a valuable lesson, a crucial component to classic sitcoms.

Balki, through blurry eyes, attempts to make the split. Slow motion kicks in at the foul line, ensuring something inspiring is about to happen. The ball hits the outside of the 7-pin, which gloriously slides into the 10-pin for the conversion and the championship.

Balki, perhaps bolstered by the confidence gained at such a triumphant moment, went on to marry the girl of his dreams, have a beautiful baby boy and presumably live with Cousin Larry for the rest of his life.

Oh, sorry. Retroactive spoiler alert.

Pinchot basked in the glory of that 7-10 pickup as long as he could, not even attempting another one until several years later as a cast member of Step by Step, on which he played Jean-Luc Rieupeyroux.

The Internet Movie Database says this happened in 1997, which seems awfully recent for an episode of Step by Step, but there’s something absurdly picturesque about watching the same man, albeit with a different accent, pick up the same split with the same stock footage.

Confronted with a 7-10 split, some people like to shoot at the pin on the ball-return side, some like to shoot at the pin on the opposite side, some determine their target based on the type of pinsetter, and Pinchot simply uses the same stock footage. Perhaps, there is something to be learned from TV after all.

Bowling With Weird Al – How America’s Greatest Pastime Influenced America’s Greatest Satirist

This feature story originally appeared on the cover of the February, 2017 issue of Bowlers Journal International.

“I want to bowl with the gangstas.”

In his 2006 hit, “White & Nerdy,” while touting his Segway driving skills, delighting in his fashionable fanny-pack and gloating about doing vector calculus just for fun, there’s one thing “Weird Al” Yankovic really wants to do at the end of the song: “I want to bowl with the gangstas / But, oh well, it’s obvious I’m white and nerdy.”

It’s funny because it’s true. If there were one activity Yankovic would want to do with the gangstas, there’s a good chance it would be to bowl. He was rolling a bowling ball before he was squeezing an accordion. The latter eventually took precedence, but the former never left him, as we can see throughout his entire body of work.

Popular culture has always had an interest in bowling, even if it’s usually presented in a supporting role. Every sitcom, past or present, features the sport in at least one episode. The Big Lebowski, although not a bowling movie, highlights the game prominently as a backdrop. Television commercials purporting to sell a care-free attitude put smiling actors on the lanes to hawk anything from pharmaceuticals to digital cameras.

When confronted with a pop-culture phenomenon such as this, there is only one place to turn: “Weird Al” Yankovic, the biggest-selling comedy recording artist in history and undisputed king of pop culture who happens to have a sizeable affinity for bowling. Throughout his career, which is now in its fourth decade, Yankovic has often incorporated bowling into his music, videos and his cult-hit feature film, UHF.

Coming off the immense success of 2014’s Mandatory Fun, the first comedy album to ever debut at #1 on the Billboard chart and the first in more than 50 years to even reach the top spot, Yankovic is marking the end of an era with Squeeze Box: The Complete Works of “Weird Al” Yankovic, a career-encompassing box set to be released by Legacy Recordings and PledgeMusic in the fall of 2017.

Naturally, I seize the opportunity of such a career-spanning milestone to talk to Yankovic specifically about his penchant for referencing bowling so often over the years. It’s no surprise that it’s no coincidence.

“Bowling was a big part of my childhood,” he says, “and as such, it informed my art.”

Born and raised in Lynwood, California, Yankovic fondly recalls plenty of childhood weekends spent on the lanes with his aunts and grandmother.

“It was called Blue Chip Bowling,” he says. “If there was a colored pin as the head pin and you got a strike, you would win so many Blue Chip Stamps.”

Like a true bowler, the level of detail of his memory goes deeper. “And if you got it in the third, sixth and ninth frames, you would win even more Blue Chip Stamps. At the time, it was a big deal to win Blue Chip Stamps from bowling.”

It was a big enough deal that, less than 20 miles away in Venice, eventual PBA Hall of Famer Randy Pedersen was doing the same thing.

“Blue Chip Stamps were as good as cash,” says Pedersen. “As a kid, you didn’t know what pressure was until you had to strike for a book of stamps.”

Yankovic is five years older than Pedersen, and—as best we can tell—the two never ran into each other during those weekend sessions. However, they both used the experiences, in different ways and to varying degrees, to help rise to the pinnacles of their respective careers, Pedersen winning 13 PBA Tour titles and Yankovic winning four Grammy® awards among 15 nominations.

“I was on a bowling league when I was 12 years old,” says Yankovic. “My junior-high friends and I. After school, we would have the bowling tournament. I have to say I was not a great bowler at all, but it featured prominently in my early life.”

In between trips to the lanes, Yankovic dedicated most of his time to reading MAD Magazine, learning to play the accordion his parents gifted him (he is not related to America’s Polka King, Frankie Yankovic), writing funny songs and sending tapes to Dr. Demento, who was the first person to play one of Yankovic’s recordings, the never-released “Belvedere Cruising,” on the radio. From that point on, Yankovic, despite having what looked to be a promising career as an architect ahead of him, was a musician.

His affection for bowling found its way into his lyrics, and his desire to play the game hasn’t waned even as his schedule gets busier performing around the world, appearing on TV shows and adding to his rapidly growing voiceover résumé, most recently supplying the voice for the title character in Disney XD’s Milo Murphy’s Law.

“Chris Hardwick invited me to be a part of his celebrity bowling Nerdist webcast,” says Yankovic. “It was the nerds versus the Mad Men. I did embarrassingly badly. And poor Jon Hamm; he’s already Jon Hamm, for crying out loud, and we find out he’s a great bowler, too.”

Yankovic, fully aware of Hardwick’s father Billy’s PBA Hall of Fame stature, jests, “He definitely has an unfair advantage on everybody. He’s an incredible bowler and he’s like, ‘Hey, let’s do a show where I’m better than everybody else.’”

Maybe I’ll Go Bowling

You can usually generalize a person’s age by asking what the first Weird Al song he or she heard was. Mine was “Smells Like Nirvana.” Furthermore, you can usually tell a person’s level of bowling immersion by whether or not he or she notices even the slightest reference to it in pop culture. My level is “preposterously high.”

In short, I’m primed for this conversation about Yankovic’s kinship with bowling. Thankfully, so is he.

In an effort to deftly straddle the line between a well-prepared journalist and a drooling fan, I begin listing a few of the times Yankovic has mentioned bowling in his oeuvre. I’m working toward the song I want to discuss most, but he gets there first.

“’Generic Blues,’” he says. “(Bowling is) featured very prominently in that song.”

The song, from 1989’s UHF: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack and Other Stuff, is an original composition in which Yankovic absurdly outlines the utter misery of life and contemplates ending it all, but comes to a very reasonable alternative: “Maybe I’ll go bowling instead.”

The song closes with a more elaborate, farcical intention, hitting several bowling stereotypes: “Or maybe I’ll go bowling / Or I just might go bowling / Maybe I’ll just rent some shoes and go bowling / Maybe I’ll join a league, enter a tournament, put on a stupid-looking shirt and go bowling instead / Yeah.”

Aside from what bowlers would call a highly relatable correlation between self-loathing and bowling, we can read deeper into the lyrics than perhaps intended to find poignancy. No matter how bad life appears, we can always retreat to the lanes.

“Generic Blues,” intentionally or not, feasibly captures the essence of what bowling does to the human brain better than any drawn-out explication in the history of the sport.

On a literal level, it’s hilarious. Bowling as a solution? It makes sense to readers of this publication, but to general society, it is hysterical. That’s no mistake.

“Most of the things I lampoon and parody are things I actually love,” says Yankovic. “It comes from a real place. My humor is not mean-spirited, I’m not going for the jugular and not trying to step on anybody’s toes. I’m just trying to have a little bit of fun.”

Yankovic has been having fun professionally since his eponymous debut album in 1983, the first of 14 studio albums that, along with Medium Rarities, a not-yet-finalized (“The lawyers are still battling it out,” he says) collection of songs not previously released on albums, will be included on Squeeze Box.

“It’s not like it’s the end of my career,” he says, “but it’s the end of my album output, I think. It’s the end of my record deal, and anything I do from now on is probably not going to be released 12 songs at a time in an album format.”

Squeeze Box will be a literal squeeze box: a replica of Yankovic’s accordion, with the bellows housing all 15 albums presented in CD, 150-gram vinyl and digital formats, along with a 100-page book.

“It’s a cool thing,” he says of the overall package, which he points out was conceived and pitched to him by Legacy Recordings. “I think my fans will enjoy having a replica of my accordion as part of their record collection.

“Vinyl has made a dramatic comeback and this collection will see the first vinyl release of six of my albums. For the vinyl junkies and the hipsters and the audiophiles, that’s going to be a nice treat. Whatever format you want, Legacy’s got you covered.”

And, of course, for the bowlingphiles who are silently comparing the three album formats to the evolution of cover stocks, as I am, it’s the perfect time to review Yankovic’s predilection for including bowling so often in his lyrics. To name just a few instances, he found himself bowling on the Starship Enterprise in “Stuck in a Closet with Vanna White,” he played on the company bowling team in “The Weird Al Show Theme,” he included his bowling ball as one of a select few items necessary for a plane ride in “Albuquerque,” did a little bowling in “Bedrock Anthem,” said he was about as sharp as a bowling ball in “Genius in France” and compared the depths of his desolation to dropping a two-ton bowling ball on his toes in “Since You’ve Been Gone.”

This is nowhere near an exhaustive list. Fans of Yankovic know of his tendency to refer to certain things frequently, such as the number 27 or the name Bernie, but bowling has, even among his most devoted fans, remained underrated even in this sense. Not to Yankovic, though.

“It’s kind of one of those touchstones,” he says, putting it on the same level as his other refrains, “and every now and then I’ll make a reference to it.”

In the song and music video for “Living With a Hernia,” Yankovic describes the numerous difficulties he faces with his hernia, including how he “Can’t play tennis / and it’s hard to bowl.” In the video, we see one of the earliest examples of two-handed bowling. Yankovic, dressed as James Brown (bowling fans may see a little Ernie Schlegel in there as well), attempts to bowl with a hernia. If you haven’t seen it, you owe yourself a trip to YouTube.

When I mention this footage to him, it seems as if I’m reminding him of its existence for a moment before he laughs and fondly recalls that particular video shoot. I ask him to expound on the experience of directing and shooting his videos, and his insight sounds dangerously close to a game of bowling.

“It’s a lot of fun,” he begins, “but it’s not like a non-stop party, because especially when I’m directing, I have to be very focused. Sometimes, it’s hard to enjoy it at the time because I’m so focused on getting the job done. I don’t realize until later, ‘Oh yeah, that was really fun.’”

Fun is a recurring theme with Yankovic and typically the context into which he calls upon bowling. In his widely acclaimed live show, the audience is treated to non-stop entertainment from start to finish.

“I like to bombard people with fun,” he says. “The live shows have gotten bigger and better and more theatrical and we try to make it fairly relentless. There are a lot of costume changes, and to accommodate that, we also have film clips. If it takes us a minute and 27 seconds to get into costume, we make sure the film clip is only a couple seconds longer than that. We try to keep it moving quickly and make sure there’s never a dull moment on stage.”

Fun With Reverence

In Weird Al: The Book, author Nathan Rabin writes, “Children who bought Al’s albums for the hits risked accidentally picking up a broad-ranging musical education in artists, songs and styles they might never otherwise have been exposed to. If they weren’t careful, they just might learn something.”

Yankovic is best known for his parodies, like “Eat It,” “Fat,” “Amish Paradise,” “Tacky” and “Word Crimes,” to name several I haven’t already named, but approximately half his catalog consists of original songs. Of those, the majority are what Yankovic calls style parodies, or pastiches, in which he harnesses the crux of an artist and writes an original song in that style.

A fan who likes Yankovic’s “Wanna B Ur Lovr” may be well served to check out Beck’s Midnite Vultures album. “Craigslist,” an homage to The Doors, actually features late Doors keyboardist Ray Manzarek on the track. “First World Problems,” from Mandatory Fun, could easily pass for a Pixies song.

Yankovic isn’t making fun of any of those bands; he’s having fun with them. Paying tribute to artists he respects. The same is the case every time he name-checks bowling in his lyrics.

Much of Yankovic’s humor accomplishes the skillful task of laughing at something while simultaneously respecting it. If there were ever a topic ripe for fun and reverence, wouldn’t it be bowling?

I inquire first about his work, which leads us, as everything in life seems to do, to bowling.

“If I have any kind of message or subtext to my work,” he says, “it’s that people need to just lighten up a little bit and have fun and not take everything so seriously. I think that translates into people being able to laugh at something while at the same time revering it. I’m a huge Star Wars fan, but I’ve done two Star Wars parodies and that comes from a place of love.

“The same could be applied to bowling. I’ve made all these bowling references in my songs not because I have anything against bowling, certainly. It’s been a big part of my childhood, it’s been sort of a touchstone in my life and it’s a bit of a tribute.”

Nobody captures the essence of popular culture—and then skewers it—better than “Weird Al” Yankovic. To understand bowling’s influence on his career, sometimes blatant and often subtle, is to get a glimpse at bowling’s important, even if understated, influence on pop culture.

To close, I’d like to expand on that point a little more. Or maybe I’ll go bowling. Or I just might go bowling….

17 Reasons to Care About 2017

This installment of The One Board originally appeared in Bowlers Journal International, January, 2017

As year-end countdowns satisfy our need for short-term nostalgia while simultaneously padding the bank accounts of internet click baiters, The One Board introduces the year-start countup. 2017 will undoubtedly be a year of intrigue, excitement and history. For the sake of continuity, here are 17 reasons why. For the sake of reality, all 17 involve bowling.

  1. Quebec City’s François Lavoie is named 2016 PBA Rookie of the Year, raising tensions along the Ontario/Quebec border, with residents of the former lamenting the lack of acknowledgment for Guelph native and ROY runner-up, Graham Fach. We don’t know the outcome of the skirmish, but we can be certain it will be decided by some kind of rolloff.
  2. Anthony Simonsen qualifies for two of the three major telecasts in February, winning one of them. He will then be declared the runaway lock to win PBA Player of the Year despite 10 months remaining in the season. Eventually, the talk will turn to one or two players who have quietly put together strong seasons and “Just need a major and another title at the World Series” to claim POY honors.
  3. Randy Pedersen becomes one of Yelp’s top users when he gives bad reviews to every restaurant that serves him steak and potatoes when all he asked for was a burger and fries.
  4. Economists reverse their long-held stance on supply and demand, releasing new information that in order to increase demand, one must simply increase supply.
  5. An immeasurable number of people are referred to as great guys.
  6. Pete Weber and Walter Ray Williams, Jr., both tired of the hype around who earns overall PBA title 100 first, pair up for the Roth/Holman Doubles event. They lose in the championship match.
  7. Major League Baseball begins defining a sell out as, “Each team fields a complete starting lineup of nine players.” Every game is a sellout.
  8. League season ends in April and bowlers all over the world experience serious withdrawals. Some cope by entering summer leagues, others cope by spending time with their loved ones and the rest cope by throwing their equipment in the nearest body of water and vowing never to bowl again.
  9. In August, pro-shop owners are inundated with customers who, a few months prior, chucked all their equipment in the river and vowed never to bowl again. Pro-shop owners are grateful for the opportunity.
  10. Lane conditions become completely fair and unchanging on both sides of the lane for all types of players, who become dissatisfied with no longer having to adjust from shot to shot.
  11. The PBA50’s Matrix of Fairness will be honed to a level so fair, there will be a 24-way tie for first place at an event in late summer.
  12. At some point during the year, you will carry a terrible shot for a strike. Bask in it as if you deserve it, because your bad breaks will assuredly outnumber the good ones.
  13. A new bowling ball will be released that is clean through the heads, picks up in the midlane and hits hard in the backend.
  14. Jason Belmonte proclaims about Tom Daugherty, “He can’t beat me in a televised exhibition match,” requiring the two players to have a once-and-for-all battle to determine who can’t beat whom. They tie.
  15. Enough Europeans win PBA Tour titles that “18 and 36 125ths meters to success” becomes a popular catch phrase.
  16. Bowling history is made at the U.S. Open when the winner admits to not taking it one shot at a time. “I took it several shots at a time,” he says. “I got so far ahead of myself, I imagined flying home with the trophy. Before I knew it, I really was flying home with the trophy.”
  17. The 2017 end-of-year countdown will prove 12 of the above 16 items false.

Happy New Year, bowlers and bowling fans.

Refuting a Tired Anti-Bowling Argument

This installment of The One Board originally appeared in Bowlers Journal International, December, 2016

League night. The shots are rolling, the beers are flowing and the perceived value of the camaraderie increases with each fresh pitcher. While there are some exceptions, rec-league bowling, for the most part, involves alcohol. Warranted or not, the general public associates beer with bowling, largely because they only bowl a couple times a year and drink while doing so, leading some make the misguided claim that bowling isn’t a sport simply because one can drink while playing it.

For all the arguments the ignorant masses make against bowling, this is potentially the most baseless.

We will not devolve into a discussion as to whether or not anyone should drink while bowling. We will merely explore the fact that many do, and how such an act has nothing to do with whether or not bowling, or anything, is a sport.

Fine, so league bowlers drink. Recreational, once-a-year bowlers drink. Some competitors at alcohol-friendly amateur tournaments drink. That means bowling’s not a sport?

Go to a rec-league softball game. Guess what you’ll find, aside from hilariously short shorts, yellow shirts that used to be white and tattered gloves manufactured in 1964? Beer. And recreational softball is to professional baseball what house-pattern recreational bowling is to professional bowlers on a flat pattern. Does a group of 40-year-old men guzzling beers between at-bats mean softball and/or baseball is not a sport?

Baseball is slow, so maybe you don’t think that’s a sport, either. How about hockey? Based on hearsay and conjecture, professional athletes in all sports generally acknowledge hockey players as the best overall athletes. Thus, it would take the argument of a lifetime to prove hockey wasn’t a sport.

And, while your local ice rink is seeking teams to join what they call adult hockey leagues, we all know what those weekly sessions are really called: beer leagues. Because there is beer everywhere. The playing surface doubles as a chilling agent, and many teams value their players on beer-bringing ability more than hockey skills. A case of beer is far more important than a goal or an assist.

With each sandy sip by a recreational beach-volleyball player, under-the-table drink by a ping-pong player and unabashed guzzle by a kayaker, we’re reminded every single sport can be played while drinking. It can’t be played as well, but it can be played.

There is a distinction here inherent to most sports but not nearly as apparent as it should be in bowling: Recreational leagues are vastly different from professional leagues. Jordan Spieth is not sneaking in a shot before taking a shot at Augusta. Alex Ovechkin is not sloshed at center ice, Russell Wilson is only blitzed by aggressive defenses and whoever the current basketball star is only dribbles on the court with his hands. Likewise, no professional bowler is stumbling into the gutter during professional competition. Not due to inebriation, anyway. If it happens, blame the humidity.

To excel at the highest levels of sports, athletes need to be sober (not counting a surplus of human-growth hormone, of course) while competing. To simply play sports for fun, however, sobriety is not a requirement, and whether or not one can or should drink while doing something is not a factor at all in whether or not that activity is a sport.

Bowling, just like any other sport, has different levels of skill and importance. Bowling, just like any other sport, can be played while drinking, but athletes who care about their performances refrain from drinking while playing.

It’s not a sport if you can drink while playing it? Then there are no sports.

Giving Thanks

This installment of The One Board originally appeared in Bowlers Journal International, November, 2016

If you’re a member of a television family, Thanksgiving means putting a fake turkey on the table and telling your fake extended family everything for which you’re fake thankful. If you’re a member of a real family, you don’t have to do any of that stuff and simply hope the football game is visible from your chair. If you’re a member of a bowling family, it’s kind of like being in a real family, except you don’t care about the football game, instead devoting all your attention to Uncle Bastion’s detailed account of his crucial thumb-tape adjustment leading to a 250 game in league the night before.

What, then, are bowlers thankful for? Is it the ability to end a sentence with a preposition when not doing so would sound incorrect despite being correct? Probably not. Let’s reflect.

Yes, bowlers are thankful for turkeys, even if we now prefer “three-bagger,” as the emerging elitist vernacular implies anyone who says “turkey” is a turkey. A similar movement is happening among Thanksgiving enthusiasts, discussing the best ways to roast, grill and carve three-baggers.

Competitive bowlers are thankful for prize funds, partly because of the money available but mostly because of the joy achieved in pointing out how the money is either too top-heavy or too spread out. If there is one guarantee* in life, it is that there will never be an acceptable prize fund in any bowling tournament at any level. Ever.

Professional bowlers are thankful for the respect and reverence heaped upon them by amateur bowlers. Whereas professional baseball players are berated by amateurs who average .530 in rec-league softball and are one glove sponsorship away from the big leagues, professional bowlers are roundly applauded for their far-superior skills and abilities.

Foreign players are thankful for Bowlers Journal International, where they can be named to the All-American team on an annual basis. Likewise, after winning two PBA Tour titles in Detroit at the Fall Swing and two gold medals for the United States at PABCON in Colombia, American Sean Rash is the frontrunner to be named next year’s captain of the BJI All-Norwegian team.

College bowlers are thankful for rotator cuffs. Obviously, these groups of muscles and tendons are crucial to bowlers of all levels, but they’re especially imperative to the collegiate game, where incessant high-fiving is almost as vital as the phrase, “Come on, pick me up.”

Parents of college-bound children are thankful for youth bowling. Those who took their kids bowling every weekend are celebrating a windfall of scholarship money while parents who absent-mindedly encouraged their kids to waste their time studying are learning the fine art of cleaning out attics and creating unique eBay usernames. Will someone please purchase shouldabowled14’s Micro Machines collection or imaturkey111’s VCR? Their kids need books.

We’re all thankful for superstitions, placebos and other inconsequential factors that give us the confidence necessary to be our best at whatever level we compete. Without that lucky parking spot or familiar sandwich, the pursuit of athletic success is futile.

Ink salesmen are thankful for preposterously cluttered tournament-entry forms, airlines are thankful for overweight baggage fees, mechanics are thankful for overloaded axles and HVAC professionals are thankful the lane man takes all the blame for any subtle change in the interior environment.

Who’s left? Youth bowlers? Youth bowlers are thankful for bowling. They like it. Let’s not get in the way of that. Now pass the potatoes into my non-bowling hand, please.

*Based on infinite entries.

The Front 10

This installment of The One Board originally appeared in Bowlers Journal International, October, 2016

The first nine months of the year were good for The One Board. I was lined up, repeating my shots and crafting with confidence. Then, in an excited haste to get to another bowling tournament, I rushed off an airplane, inadvertently leaving behind my trusty first-draft notebook that housed three potential columns, and now I sit here finding myself unsure. I know I have to make a slight adjustment off September, but I can’t risk overadjusting and getting lost. The 10th month is crucial, because I can’t achieve perfection (or better: a 289) without the first 10 columns.



I’ve been doing everything just as bowling has taught me. I’ve taken it one column at a time. No, one sentence at a time. Geewillakers, one word at a time. I’ve proclaimed my preference to marathons over sprints while sprinting to the next sprint. I’ve had the right pen in my hand and was in the right part of the page, looking for hold and writing to it. I talk frequently with my pen rep, devising the best strategy to find the friction necessary to get the ink from the pen to the page, then calling in a graphologist to decipher my scribbles as I type them into a word processor under the watchful eye of my computer rep who helped me determine the optimal layout on my laptop screen.

To write a successful column, one has to catch a break here and there. It’s essential to capitalize on those breaks as well as the beginnings of sentences and proper nouns. When a poorly constructed sentence somehow plays well with the audience, a true veteran piles on with one of the best sentences in literary history, putting up two in a row and placing immense pressure on the other writers to try to keep up.

The key is committing to the sentence. The conditions vary constantly, and I may not be sure about a particular phrasing, but if I commit to it and trust it, it’ll either be perfect or I’ll learn from it for the next sentence. I have to learn from my mistakes and go forward. Stay down on the keys and post my punctuation marks.

Once I let it go and it’s off to the editor, there’s nothing more I can do. I can only control what happens before I get to the send button. As Pete Weber said his dad said, everything that happens before the sending of the column is 100% me and everything that happens after is 100% luck.

I don’t read anyone else’s writing. I can’t let what they’re doing affect where I may be. It’s a grind. I need to stay in my own world and focus on myself, then whatever happens, happens. All writers are great guys or gals, so I’m happy for anyone who succeeds.

The grind is what makes it all worth it, which is why I only buy whole coffee beans. Sure, pre-ground beans cost and taste the same, but unless I have to put myself through even a slight inconvenience, is the cup of coffee really worth it?

I’m not here just to get a check. I’m here to win. But, even if I don’t win, I’ll at least be able to say I got a check. Maybe. Well, definitely, because I’ve worked out an intricate system of income sharing with my fellow writers, guaranteeing no one gets rich but we all get at least one sandwich per week. That’s all the assurance I need.

The Beneficent End of Summer

This installment of The One Board originally appeared in Bowlers Journal International, September, 2016

Finally, the hideous nuisance that is summer is on its way out. No more suffering through extended vacations, no more being subjected to outdoor warm-weather leisure activities and no more relatively low energy bills. Mercifully, those irritants are coming to an end and we can all get back to what matters: bowling three games a week with a group of people we haven’t seen since the last time we bowled three games.



In honor of the return of league bowling, I present a true story of self-aggrandizement only league bowlers can understand. Especially if you can relate, and I know you can.

When someone bowls a perfect game, as Paul did one fine Tuesday night, he deserves accolades. Whether it was his first (it wasn’t) or his 90th (it wasn’t), everyone within the vicinity will make a point to congratulate him in some way. Almost.

After knocking down the 12th and final strike, Paul was greeted with applause, high fives, handshakes and even a hug from one particularly exuberant reveler. Everyone in the entire league congratulated Paul in some way. Everyone, that is, except Brad, who also happens to be Paul’s teammate.

Among the hoopla surrounding Paul’s well-deserved moment, Brad shouted, “Okay, I got ‘em,” meaning he overcame the odds and successfully marked all the scores on the score sheet. His proclamation was the signal to the first bowler on the opposing team to press the button and start the next game.

Paul’s perfection came in the second game of the night, and with one to play, we’d already been graced with two incredible moments. First, Paul’s 300, and then, even more impressive, Brad’s documenting of the scores.

In the third game, Paul didn’t let up. On his final ball in the 10th, he needed four pins to shoot 800. While a 300 game is the most widely known astonishing accomplishment in bowling, we all know an 800 series is typically regarded as more difficult and impressive within the bowling community.

Paul, as he’d been doing most of the night, struck on his final ball, leaving him with an 806 for the night. Again, accolades were showered upon him by anyone in the purlieu who saw and interpreted the scores.

Brad, however, had done something even more impressive and relayed his feat to anyone who couldn’t avoid hearing: among his three games, he registered two 163s. The same score twice in one night. Incredible.

Because of Paul’s ability to trump his 300 game with an 800 series, and Brad’s unbelievable efforts in bowling two identical scores, then amazingly writing down not only those scores but also the scores of everyone on his pair of lanes, somehow, on this league night, a 300 game was the fourth-best accomplishment on the lanes.

To recap, here’s the list of achievements that night, ranked from most impressive to least impressive:

  1. Writing scores on a sheet of paper.
  2. Rolling the same score twice in one night.
  3. Bowling an 800 series.
  4. Bowling a 300 game.

A 300 game is a noteworthy accomplishment. An 800 series is even better. But without people like Brad, we might have to settle for those types of achievements meaning something. Thankfully, we know both pale in comparison to the ability to write scores on a sheet of paper and the incredible consistency required to bowl two games of the same score.

Brad’s love of attention is just one of the many reasons league bowling is a worthwhile pursuit and why we should be rejoicing at the closing of beaches, shuttering of patios and the conclusion of general comfort. Put away your white clothes, clear your calendar and load your 78-ball roller into the car. League season is finally back.

Everything You Learned in School Matters

This installment of The One Board originally appeared in Bowlers Journal International, August, 2016

There is one phrase most humans will utter at least once during their formative years, either as naïve grade schoolers, know-it-all middle schoolers or figured-out-life-in-its-entirety high schoolers: “I’ll never need this in real life.”

Whether it’s the location of the frog’s kidney, the proper use of a semicolon or the Pythagorean Theorem, some kid somewhere thinks it’s useless knowledge that will never appear in his life ever again beyond the test he’s going to fail next week.

Of course, this oblivious, self-important, insufferable degenerate is wrong. The proof, as with most things, is in bowling.



Math

From the simplest things—the pins are numbered, the lanes are numbered and the building’s address is in numbers—to the glorious insanity of a changes-with-every-shot cut line, bowling cannot exist as a sport without math.

In order to know who is leading the tournament, you need to know how to add scores through all 898 qualifying games as well as how to determine which cumulative total is larger than all others. To figure the score in relation to par, it’s imperative you can multiply 200 by the number of games and subtract that product from the sum of qualifying scores. What’s your average? The quotient of two sums will tell you. Finding the volume of your freshly drilled bowling ball is a simple matter of rudimentary calculus. It’s time to integrate, ladies and gentlemen.

The reason you can so quickly add by 19 and 29 these days is due in large part to all the math problems you solved as a youngster. And because you’re stubborn and won’t adjust after a trip 4.

Science

This ball, with this cover stock and this core design drilled with this layout held with this grip and rolled at this target at this speed, will get to the right spot on the lane to turn back toward the pins, making contact with the pocket at the precise angle that propels each of the pins into each of the other pins, resulting in an X on the board.

Even if most high-level bowlers can’t explain the actual amount of acceleration required to generate enough force with the ball to turn the potential energy of the inert pins into kinetic energy, especially considering the ever-changing coefficient of friction (30 bonus pins to anyone who can pronounce μ). But, if they miss by even a little, they know a two-and-one move will make all those complicated physics equations work out properly on the next shot. Inherent mastery is still mastery. Every time you ace a physics test, your bowling average goes up one pin.

Geography

If there is only one type of map you can recall from elementary cartography, it is undoubtedly a topographical map. Bowlers can’t get enough topography. Or they get too much. The only certainty is the topography on every lane is advantageous to every bowler except the one telling the story.

Beyond topography, a sense of direction is massively important as a competitive bowler. Without a modest comprehension of land and sea, your 94-hour drives stuffed into an SUV with 10 other bowlers and 368 bowling balls might seem unbearable.

Reading and Writing

It’s long been said without attribution that writing is an essential skill to every job on the planet. Haha ya rite lol but rly tho. In bowling, you need to be able to read to decipher what the asterisk next to the word “Guaranteed” on the entry form means (hint: it means “not guaranteed”).

If you lack even basic writing skills, you’ll never be able to label your equipment, keep notes on pair-to-pair tendencies or write eloquent complaint letters to the tournament director.

Capstone

Pay attention, kids. Everything you learn in school will some day and in some way help you improve your bowling game, which, as we all know, is the reason schools were originally invented.

Shouts and Murmurs and Nonsequiturs

This installment of The One Board originally appeared in Bowlers Journal International, July, 2016

To cover the stepladder finals for an Xtra Frame event, I needed to put a camera two lanes to the right of the championship pair. The lane man stripped the lane in question and I strolled 45 feet of the synthetic with oil-free confidence. After setting up the camera, I sauntered back, only to be greeted by an irate fan on the approach. “You’re tracking oil all over these approaches! Someone could get hurt!” That fan shouldn’t have been on the approach in his street shoes.

If the if-people-only-understood-how-complicated-and-difficult-bowling-is argument had any validity, wouldn’t there be droves of fans lined up to watch accountants do taxes?

“It’s not a sport if you can drink while playing it.” – I.G. Norant

If you’re feeling like a winner winner, you might want to make a chicken dinner. Can’t find the meat tenderizer? Don’t fret. You have three dozen bowling pins in your basement for some reason. Put the chicken in a bag and whack it with a bowling pin. The best meat tenderizer you’ll ever use.


This is the first sentence in the history of writing. In an officially sanctioned magazine. With 43 letters in it. Following the sentence, “The best meat tenderizer you’ll ever use.”

“That’s a bad rack” is insulting and crude in certain company.

High-school students: when taking college entrance exams, use a freshly sharpened 2H pencil for essays. When you need to make check marks, make a pencil change to a 3H, sharpened a little farther up, to give you a more crisp look into the box. For bubbles, go back to the 2H, but put a tad more surface on it to help read the paper a little earlier. If you’re ever unsure of an answer, pencil down to a 6H and mark your second guess just enough to make a case for your intent if necessary.

I wonder what kind of racket Roger Federer is using.

The TSA will let you carry a bowling ball onto a plane, but they will not allow a bowling pin. Unsure whether they will allow a bowling anecdote.

I travel to Las Vegas often. The worst day to fly there is Friday, because the flight is full of irresponsible vacationers drinking heavily in preparation for a weekend of drinking heavily. Their rowdiness really detracts from my heavy drinking.

If you meet a pro bowler and tell him you loved his performance in a specific event, I guarantee he will know what he scored (and what ball he threw and how many pieces of thumb tape he used and whether or not it rained the night before) in the fourth frame of the third game of the second round of qualifying.

What if Dan MacLelland’s parents had named him Bruce? Would we call him Bruce “The Man” MacLelland?

Because you’re a hoarder, you still have every bowling-ball box that ever housed a glorious new rock. You also still have every VHS recording of MacGyver you diligently catalogued over the years. Good news: a standard bowling-ball box is the perfect size to fit 16 VHS tapes, which, if you recorded in EP, contain a total of 96 MacGyver episodes. Your movers will be so impressed with your incredible packing efficiency, they might even forgive you for the trip hazard you created by leaving a hundred bowling balls loose on the floor when you had those perfectly good boxes you could’ve used.

I don’t watch in-flight safety videos because they’re not live.

In summary, Kenny Waters’ dog, Maddie, is debatably the most popular living thing among fans on the PBA50 Tour. Sorry, myriad of Hall of Famers.

The Oil Spill

This installment of The One Board originally appeared in Bowlers Journal International, June, 2016

You’re practicing one afternoon at your local bowling center in the middle of June. A 34-year-old father of two (a six-year-old boy and four-year-old girl, each of whom has a similarly aged and gendered friend along), who made the novel profession choice of schoolteacher and thus gets the prize of toting the kids around all summer, directs his group to a nearby lane and does his best to keep the youngsters from running off into other lanes, bowlers and pinsetters.

In the very first frame, Gord’s daughter’s friend defies all probabilities of physics and wedges her ball in the gutter, despite the bumpers being raised.


Naïve Gord, who is only doing his best to treat his kids and their friends to an afternoon of fun, does not know there is any difference between the surface of the approach and the surface of the lane.

His confident stride begins.

Of the four kids, maybe one (his daughter) is actually paying attention. The daughter’s friend is still crying and thus vaguely glancing through salty, distorted lenses. The two boys are beating each other with the licorice Gord had to buy in order to keep their screeching to a minimum.

And here he is—the adult, the infallible father who can and does solve every problem in these kids’ lives—about to give the children a rude awakening.

The blissful ignorance you sense around you is enviable. You almost wish you didn’t know what was going to happen. You might even feel a twinge of guilt for pulling your phone out and setting it to video.

Here he goes. One step over the line.

He’s still upright, but here comes his first oil-filled push-off step. His footing is no longer secure. He didn’t expect this, so a little panic shakes his entire body. His weight shifts wildly and, combined with his complete lack of trust in the floor beneath his rental shoes, his limbs flail.

In his head, he sees his life flashing before him. He doesn’t know how much it’s going to hurt or even where. His eyes convey a mixture of terror and sheer disdain, which amazingly has time to amply grow during his desperate floundering.

It’s scrambling time for this poor man, but you know it’s already over. He’s going to bite it, and our only hope now, as decent humans, is the most pain to come will be from embarrassment.

Gord’s heel tries to support his thrashing body by itself.

His daughter sobs. The friend’s sobbing escalates to howls. His son, face of shock and horror, bawls just as his friend thwaps him in the eye with his licorice, so now the kid is crying for two reasons. Their father is no longer the image of perfection. This is life-altering and confusing for the kids. They can’t get home to Mommy fast enough.

His footing is gone. Both feet are in the air with no hope of regaining traction or balance.

His only crime was being naïve, and now his highly embarrassing learning moment is going to live, probably with vertical orientation, on the Internet forever. As a teacher, he will have to deal with at least one of his students finding this video every single year for the rest of his career.

Which body part will hit first? A sure-to-be-lacerated elbow? A let’s-hope-not head? As much surface area as possible?

This innocent man, trying to give his kids a fun activity, is on his way to fleeting physical and everlasting emotional pain. His kids are going to laugh at him. They’re going to tell their mother all about it, and she’s going to laugh at him. The physical scars may heal eventually, but they’ll be the really noticeable, bumpy kind. And he’ll be covered in oil.

Splat. He is down.

The worst part: you’re bowling on that pair in league tonight, and now the fronts are completely gone.