HOW EMPTY WOULD LIFE truly be WITHOUT BOWLING

[MICHAEL]

Quite simply? i would just invent the sport

Come up with one!!! Bowling,,,, is a part of my DNA now!! It can't be a spin off of bowling.

[MICHAEL]

[QUOTE=Rdmonster;73061]I would be an empty hollow shell...rocking and clutching myself as I mumble gibberish. Every once in a while I would longingly look at round objects and imagining them gracefully arcing into imaginary pins....then it would get warm and I would have golf...and be OK....until it got cold again...as cold as my soul would be without bowling.

That was beautiful!!! ,,,, very nice,,,, wow,,,, took Iceman's breath away!! Are you a poet??? (by profession)

[Zothen]

Life without bowling would be BORING! How would I relieve stress and laugh my *** of watching drunk people bowl. I would miss the comaraudery(sp?)I get with my fellow bowlers,not to mention the help they give me on improving my game. No bowling means miniture golf and that by far is more stressfull trying to get a ball into a hole,then getting a ball into a pocket. My world would be shattered without bowling for bowling is my life and will always will be for as long as I can bowl.

Zothen

[e-tank]

Without bowling my crossroad would be just a heavy air freshener!

[MICHAEL]

Life without bowling would be BORING! How would I relieve stress and laugh my *** of watching drunk people bowl. I would miss the comaraudery(sp?)I get with my fellow bowlers,not to mention the help they give me on improving my game. No bowling means miniture golf and that by far is more stressfull trying to get a ball into a hole,then getting a ball into a pocket. My world would be shattered without bowling for bowling is my life and will always will be for as long as I can bowl.

Zothen

VERY ,,, very moving!!! gulp!! Well said Zothen!!!

[MICHAEL]

Dig, deep my brothers.....deep into your soul,,,, to that area where bowing resides, and from the heart, tell Iceman what it would really be like without bowling in your life!! I want to feel your PAIN!!

[billf]

Pressure mounting, like an elephant on your chest. Each breath is harder to take in than the last. Slow, ever so slow, the darkness creeps into your heart. Cold ice fills your veins. Like the sun setting and the darkness creeps in, the memories of glory past, of ringing ten pins, powerful strikes, all vanish from your memory. Nothing left but dark, cuel, ever hating sense of dread.

[cane]

Life would be how it was about a week ago! The humanity!

[Zothen]

Thx Michael! I don't know if I can dig any deeper then I already have. I will have to sit and meditate on this!

Zothen

[MICHAEL]

Pressure mounting, like an elephant on your chest. Each breath is harder to take in than the last. Slow, ever so slow, the darkness creeps into your heart. Cold ice fills your veins. Like the sun setting and the darkness creeps in, the memories of glory past, of ringing ten pins, powerful strikes, all vanish from your memory. Nothing left but dark, cuel, ever hating sense of dread.

Wow Bill,,,,

Absolutely, without a doubt, very good writing!! All you thoughts have a twist to the DARK SIDE,,, which is very interesting!! Did you have a good childhood? Who were you closer to,,, Your Mother, Father, or commanding officer???