minute we walked through the door, everybody knew we were there to fool
arrived at Wilson’s Lanes to be greeted by none other than our arch
nemesis himself, Long (and boring) TomHill.
He had only ridicule for my appearance, and whilst I would have
preferred a monogrammed Gang of Pour bowling shirt, complete with a
on the left breast, still I felt that my checkerboard short sleeve pimp
shirt was a nice touch. Apparently, Long (and boring) TomHill
thought otherwise; perhaps it should have been that I be decked out like
him, complete with blinking red light on the bill of my ball cap,
epaulets and a codpiece that was by no means as large as he would have
you believe. If he meant to intimidate me, it didn’t work.
Rather, my resolve was redoubled to redeem our besmirched honour.
of the finer points of Rhône-N-Bowl is the fact that the organizers
provide two tables full of various Rhône varietal wines, so that the
participants may partake of excellent refreshment as it is needed.
Unfortunately, some of the participants don’t bowl, so they tend to
get the lion’s share of the wine, but then one can’t be getting too
drunkly-poo when one’s honour is at stake, now can one?
it can be stated that Bored
Doughnut and this
taster agreed that a barrel sample of the 1999
Justin Estate Syrah
was clearly the wine of the night, with its distinctive coffee and
chocolate flavors and aromas.
of honour, it was ours to bowl along side Team
Rosenblum, with Kent
(left) at the helm, along with Winemaker Jeff
Flock and two other
stalwarts. These fine gentlemen kicked our collective butts, but
they did it with a smile, not a sneer, unlike certain long and boring
personalities who shall remain nameless, in this paragraph at least.
had been my intention to break 100 at least once that evening, but
sadly, such was not the case. I came fairly close in the first
game with a 94, but fell off in the second with an 86. I rolled
the ball straight, with few gutter balls, but just couldn’t seem to
pick up many spares. Several irritating splits didn’t help
matters at all. Still, we didn’t fare all that badly. Kim
bowled about as well as I, and we were surprised to see how well the
‘deauxnuts rolled. Mark
scored 147 and 118, whilst Teresa
notched up a 101 and 115. They hadn’t told us that they were
experienced at the game, even if it was some years past. But our
champion proved to be Bree,
who averaged better than 150, with games of 157 and 147. Our
admiration for him only grows, no matter what we say about him in
private circles. (Lest anyone accuse the Gang of Pour with score
manipulation, click here to view our actual
Perhaps he should have recruited the infamous “Smoot Hawley” to bail him out. }:^)>
year's Rhône-N-Bowl winner was a team consisting of Bill
Wathen & Mike
Carhart of Foxen, Chuck
Carlson of Curtis,
and another unnamed person. With only four bowlers, they
out-rolled teams of five, but never appeared to claim the trophy at the
BBQ, and it was "appropriated"
by Yves Gangloff
and Francois Villard,
to be returned next year, with any decoration they may wish to add.)