With my recent situation I have had alot of free time on my hands. Because of such, I have looked to fill it. I am working on multiple things, but as of today my Tuesday's dance card is full. A group of friends and coworkers have gathered to participate in the pinnacle of athletic prowess. Every Tuesday night for the next 12 weeks we will meet on the battlefield of sweat and blood. I must train.....and train hard. Many men of my age have a hard time playing in this field of sport as it is so physically brutal. However, I am on the market now and must lend myself to activities that will build my physic to attract the greater gender. I am now in......a bowling league.
Yes......I am in a bowling league now.....and with my manly handicap average of 125 I will smite those that oppose me.
All seriousness aside, tonight was actually fun. While not the most athletic of sports, it is still an acquired talent. What was really weird about tonight was that AMF had photographers on site to photograph the starting leagues. These pictures were to be use in marketing materials for AMF and we had to sign a waiver before we played so we couldn't sue them for using our pictures. Ironically, we are one of the youngest leagues.....and because of such, the photographer came up to me and said she needed some good photographs and that the other geriatric players weren't going to give it to her. She needed some poster ready photos. So, since I am so shy, I told her I would do whatever pose she wanted. So if you are ever at an AMF and see a photo of a really good looking man sliding on both knees.......arms raised.....screaming in victory......well.....you are blessed to know him.
Peace out...
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