lies, damn lies and statistics? nah, I always know what I'm talking about!
It comes to pass every once in awhile where I become so damn busy, it’s bordering on ridiculous. This is one of those times. Be that as it may, I had to make a comment regarding the latest silliness that has invaded the internet.
It would seem that some of my loyal readers doubt the veracity of my statistics! To that I would say, “spare me.” Yet however humorous my reply might be, I would suggest that those who have something to say should say it using a real name. The cowards who hide behind anonymous IP addresses are pretty courageous when they know they won’t get caught. And interestingly enough, they do not know anything about me, nor do they know anything about my history, etc.
Living in Western MA, I was introduced to candlepin bowling at an early age. It was easy for my father to get me involved, taking me to a couple of different local candlepin centers in order for me to cut my chops on the lanes. And I loved it…did it for several years as a youth, and a few as a young adult. In fact, I was in a few leagues in my early 20’s and wasn’t half bad…until I blew out a knee in a basketball game. That ended my enjoyment, that’s for sure. I stopped bowling after undergoing a long and arduous rehabilitation program. Unfortunately, all the records I kept of my exploits on the lanes had seemingly vanished in the mists of time until a couple of weeks ago.
A few days ago, I got a call from an old friend of my father’s. This fellow was a member of his church in MA, helped us to keep up our home and did numerous things around the church…including keeping some records. He found a box of material that was mine…complete with pictures and memories of days gone by. Also included, much to my surprise was a huge stack of league score sheets from my days in Hampshire County. And that’s where I found those numbers. Seemingly, the game hasn’t changed since those days, so I’m assuming those scores would still be valid. It makes perfect sense to me, that’s for sure. But I’m sure there are a few small minded people out there who believe otherwise. Apparently there should be an expiration date on all statistical scores…which means to me that some of the old baseball records should be rewritten (much to the chagrin of Ted Williams and Honus Wagner).
Nevertheless, I forge ahead, knowing I’m above the fray. While I comment upon the nay-sayers, I don’t really worry about them. In fact, the anonymous gossipers are a source of humor in my life, so I do sincerely hope they continue. The more I hear from them, the more material I gain for this blog!
In other news, I’ve fixed a hitch or two in my delivery, and boy does it show. Scores have skyrocketed into that rarefied air of a nearly 120 average, which is great. And since we took four points last night, I feel great that I helped my team out considerably. It’s a nice thing to be hittin’ ‘em hard again!
On a relatively sad note, the signature car of CG, the matching red PT Cruiser, has gone to the big junkyard in the sky. Unfortunately, it met a quick and untimely death this week. When the radiator, fan motor, piston rings and ball joints all go at once, it’s time to think of a new car. I like my PT; it’s distressing that it’s headed to the scrap heap! Be that as it may, you’ll be seeing me pulling up to my favorite bowling establishment in a nice, new Chevy HHR in the very near future. Here’s hoping it’s more reliable and enjoys a longer life than my poor PT. Too bad the HHR isn’t Rock Cats Red like my PT; but I can call it “home uniform white” so I’m still sporting team colors!
Wedding plans are in great shape, too! Now it’s just odds and ends until the big day…which is fast approaching. I’m excited about getting married, that’s for sure. My fiancée is a wonderful girl who is a perfect match for me—and she certainly puts up with all my quirks and neuroses, so she must be great! I’m blessed to be marrying a woman who is as understanding and gentle as she is…not to mention her intelligence and grace. So…for those of whom who have joking asked, sorry…she’s not on the market!
Finally, a great joke for you…
Jennifer and Jim kept getting huge water bills. They knew beyond a doubt that the bills weren't representative of their actual usage, and no matter how they tried to conserve, the high bills continued.
Although they could see nothing wrong, they had everything checked for leaks or problems: first the water meter, then outdoor pipes, indoor pipes, underground pipes, faucets, toilets, washer, ice maker, etc. -- all to no avail. One day Jim was sick and stayed home in bed, but kept hearing water running downstairs.
He finally tore himself from his sick bed to investigate, and stumbled onto the cause of such high water bills. Apparently this was happening all day long when they were not at home. Knowing that few would believe him, he taped a segment of the 'problem' for posterity.
http://summitprops.com/WaterLeak.htm
See ya soon!
