"Time has a wonderful way of showing us what really matters."
"The only thing consistent about my bowling," I thought as I raised the ball up once again, "is its inconsistency".
And for the umpteenth time it turned out that I was correct.
The approach to the lanes were covered in a deluge of goddamned fucking sweat. Enough sweat for my shoes to lose grip. I swear, every time I bowl I sweat enough to fucking hydrate a family for a week.
