Narrative Essay On Bowling Blues

Bowling Blues- Becoming Better It’s a typical Saturday morning. I get out of bed, walk up the stairs, and pour myself a bowl of Fruit Loops. The eating is slow because I do not plan on doing anything special today. At least, that’s what I believe until my monotonous meal is interrupted as my dad walks into the kitchen. “Ryker,” he says, “We are going bowling today. We will leave in twenty minutes.” Bowling! Excitement floods my mind as I tell myself that today will be the day that I will finally hit the hundred mark. Triple digits. I can’t remember my last score, but I know it was in the 70-80 range. I inhale the rest of my Fruit Loops, choking once, then run downstairs to get dressed. After I finish throwing on a pair of jeans and a purple T-shirt, we hop in the car, and make our way to the bowling alley. When we arrive at the bowling alley, we wait in line for others to get their shoes. Patiently awaiting my turn, I watch as others bowl. One young child bowls a strike; an old man throws a gutter ball. We step up to the counter and ask for one lane. After giving the man behind the counter …show more content…
He takes a bite, then sets his half-eaten slice down on a paper plate. “You’re all right, you’ll get it next time,” he says. I grab a slice, nod my agreement, and watch as my mom, my brother, and my dad roll. I pay close attention to my dad as he bowls. I know he usually scores okay; he usually gets more than 100. He grabs his light blue sixteen-pound ball and steps up to the lane. A brief pause is followed by slow steps as he creeps toward the alley. The ball cradled in his hand, he slowly swings his arm back, then begins to release the ball. The ball starts going down the alley, a foot from the center of the lane. However, I realize as it travels toward the front pin, that he had released the ball from an angle. His ball knocks over nine pins, and his next roll completes the