Another Tuesday at the lanes has come and gone.  The normal queue at the bar was eased by the presence of 2 cheerful waitresses and a reprieve from the FunTown-style wristbands that distinguish the imbibers from those remaining in sobriety.  Happy Hands faced the Saucy Posse in one of the evening’s most fiercely battled matches.  Neither good luck handshakes nor congratulatory high fives were exchanged between teams (except for Saucy Posse member “Frank,” who actually seemed pleased when a Happy Hands bowler did well).   The Hands left nothing on the lanes, except for a few broken nails by captain Sasha Northfield and guest bowler Virg.  Team MVP was once again TJ with a near 200 game.  Possibly the most compelling story of the night was Bitty Meadow’s rise to glory after a struggle in week 1.  The final game brought 4 100 plus scores and slammed home a 9 – 6 win over the Posse.  Equally as impressive as the turn-out on the lanes, was the turn-out at $3 Dewey’s for the post-game celebration.  An unexpected rally on a Tuesday night.  The team disbursed with promises of bowling shoe purchases, nightly bowling meditations and even an Augusta practice session.  Well done.

 
 

In a town that claims the most ultimate frisbee leagues per capita of any place in the US (at least according to Outside Magazine), it seems that bowling has taken over as the sport of choice.  Perhaps it's the weather.  I spent a couple of hours at Yankee Lanes last night and can attest to this fact.  The place was packed.  The lanes were filled with awkward high school kids and old league night guys alike.  My group was squarely in the middle of it all.  The best thing about this place is that they slap a florescent wristband on you once it has been deemed that you are old enough to drink.  It lends a night-club aspect to the whole affair.  The waitress informed us that on Friday and Saturday nights, the black lights fire up and the strobe lights start spinning for disco bowling.  Dear God, let that be true.