Recently we had a good friend of ours over to visit from the sad, destitute country of Latvia. His name is Rikolas, and he sure likes to complain. I guess he "works 12 hours a day just for a few potatoes to feed his family," and his daughter "was raped by soldiers" and his son "was murdered." Needless to say, he can be a pretty depressing guy to hang out with. So to cheer him up, we thought we'd show him the great American past time that is bowling!
Fifteen minutes later...
Eight frames later...
The moral of the story? The person who cares the most about bowling always ends up the loser (in one form or another), and the score doesn't really matter, especially if you've been drinking. Also, Latvia is an awful, miserable place plagued with poverty and death.
Cheers and stay classy, friends
Beer: New Belgium Folly Pack