Much like the shadowy being Sauron from the Lord of the Rings Trilogy...he was always mentioned and rumored to be alive...existing yet forgotten yet bound to return...
I'm gonna guess the number of challengers that will attend is close to zero. Maybe 1. And it should not be taken personally. If the question was, "Who would LIKE to come to some Podunk town in the middle of nowhere to bowl against Iceman on some crazy 6-lane house that his nephew's dad's friend runs and sells tackle/bait out the back...I think there might be a lot of "I'd Like to!!" BUT...what we like...and what we actually CAN do...often times...very different things. I'd like Diana Zavtajlova (which I can't spell) to dump that nerdy looking Dave Wodka, move away from that absurd "Beavertown, OH"...and move in with me...to be my lover, friend, bowling coach, and maid...in that order of importance. That's what I WANT....what I CAN GET...is an overweight homeless woman who for $120 will do things in exchange for money she can use to buy drugs. See how there's a wide GAP in terms of "wants" vs "cans"? Believe me....nobody is more upset about it than me!!
Realize, Iceman is Amish so it takes 15 frames to equal 200.
I'm gonna guess nobody. I have the courage and guts....but not the money nor vacation time. Plus, I've seen the "God" in action...and VDub you are NOT!! I mean, If I can take down MWhite in both the 1st annual AND 2nd annual AVZBHMSCI...then beating Iceman isn't gonna be a problem. I went easy on him last time because I wanted Rob to win...and besides...what kinda person humiliates a man on his birthday?? It just didn't seem right.

I just waited till the next day, with Rob as a witness, and not only destroyed him at Red Rock...but nearly killed him (he took a terrible tumble...kinda like when MWhite stuck on the approach at the 2AAVZBHMSCI and took a figure skater nosedive...except with Iceman's 66-year-old bones....it was more serious....very touch and go for a few seconds. Hard to get an ambulance in Vegas with all the people being treated for alcohol poisoning. But, fortunately, he survived.
Key word 'could'. Legends 'could' be made of that just like kids 'could' be made of sugar and spice and everything nice. But INSTEAD...you're made of brittle bones and have shown a rather thin skin. I assume you are also held together by chewing gum, peanut butter, and hemp...but that's just a guess. The only thing "legendary" I see is that by disappearing for however many months...you BECAME a legend...because you weren't here.
Well, Sauron (my new name for Iceman)...due to a recent change in family situation...my lovely daughter has moved to Iowa to live with her mother. I spent up most of my vacation time spending time with her over the summer. That leaves me with virtually no vacation time left for such adventures. BUT...there IS a possibility that I will be moving to the Des Moines area...as soon as next year...as late as 2018...or maybe never. That's still up in the air a bit. BUT....if I DID make that horrible move from sunny California to the middle of the country or as I like to call it...America's fat roll...I would be a mere 3 hours away. Certainly within STRIKEing distance (pun intended!). The trick will be you staying alive long enough...so..stay fit, eat healthy, be as stress-free as possible...because as a man...we tend to wear out at about 74 years. Bowling/Golf/Bicycling/etc.. tend to be activities that start disappearing a few years before The End...so that gives me about 4 years to make the move. Or...maybe I come into some money...then I just fly out to Dirtsville/ElmurFuddland...land at the nearest airport...find some local with a donkey to give me a ride over...and BAMM...IT'S ON!!
I think we've ALL improved a bit since last you graced us with your presence.
I'm out until at the earliest next year. I have two vacation days left and need them. I was only able to do it the first time because I was going to Laughlin anyways so I just swung by Vegas on the way. Plus...Vegas is a 3.5 hour drive away (actually more like 5-21 hours depending on traffic).
Will you be victorious? I don't know. MWhite is partially retired (almost accidentally typed in retarded...probably would have just left it cuz that's funny). He and Rob are now even more bitter of enemies than before....without you to kick around. So if you all are in the same place...the universe will likely collapse upon itself....which would be a good thing for Missouri...not so much for me.
Could you beat Mudpuppy? Sure. I don't even think he bowls anymore. I think his wife made him give it up when they had their 13th kid. He hasn't been around for some time. Could you beat me? Maybe...if I have a bad night. Or if it's your birthday and I feel bad for you or something. I thought about letting MWhite win the 2ABHMAVZSCI after he fell down...but I figured he'd learn more from the defeat so I kept the pressure on him. But it's unlikely, especially at your advanced age and condition that you could now defeat Aslan. You're like Darth Vadar...sure, you can beat the crap out of Luke Skywalker in Episode V when he just learned how to use a lightsaber and was trying to fight you in a wind tunnel. But later....in episode VI....no. Or a more appropriate Star Wars analogy...Count Dooku. Sure...he cuts off Anakin's hand in Episode II...but then Anakin easily defeats him at the start of Episode III. The Star Wars history doesn't lie Iceman. You're like Mark Roth trying to beat Sean Rash. Roth is one of the all-time greats...like Iceman...but his was a different time.
I predicted your return. I disagreed with your departure. But if you're going to recruit for a tournament...and build up support to get people out there...you're gonna have to stick around for awhile. I think you'll eventually realize your dream tournament. But not this year. I think (and this is my opinion only...I speak for only myself) that people need to have their FAITH in this GOD restored. Gods aren't supposed to just 'leave' when someone calls them a doo-doo-head. These people, a lot of them new and unfamiliar with the Sauron-like IceGod....only knowing "of" him...these people need to know you're back...for good. I mean, if not...people could show up to Plattsburg for this thing...you get a hot beverage that morning...the girl only puts 7 marshmellows in your cocoa instead of 8...and you end up curled into a ball in your closet crying uncontrollably...unable to bowl. Then what are we supposed to do? Spend the day/evening wandering the hillbilly streets of Plattsburgh hoping we come across cows to tip? I'm not getting cow poo on my shoes. I gotta fly back and cow poo in an enclosed airliner is NOT entertaining.
Welcome back Iceman. Your arch rival and mortal enemy has been a bit bored without you.
Also, I hope I win the week's ball giveaway for THIS post.
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