Since bowling on a Wii game a couple years ago at a lady’s church party, I’ve wanted one. This was my lucky Christmas. Santa Gale gave it to me.
 
Today he installed it, and our living room came alive. Huffing and puffing, we played the game on our antique mega-size TV screen.
 
In our youthful years, Gale’s best bowling score was 230 something and mine was 130 something. The strike I got that game, sandwiched between gutter balls, was an accident. I remember hooting when I broke 100.
 
But today I shined. We tied the first game, and I won the second. If Gale’s bum knee hadn’t caused him to sit, he would’ve won, I’m sure.
We’ll play again.