My brain has lately been obsessed with a certain reincarnation of my past: bowling.
To those that don't know, I used to be a pro.
To those that know, well, I guess you knew that.
I stopped bowling shortly after the PWBA folded and was no longer. Some asked if I'd go join the PBA (side note: the PBA was the first male professional sports organization to allow women competitors), but I didn't want to. I quit. Cold turkey. I just stopped doing it....and it was amazing.
That was a decade ago, at least....I've lost count of when I last competed. I remember winning the Oregon State Queens tournament (and bowling the best in my entire career) and ending it then....I guess I could google that and figure out how long it ACTUALLY has been....
The other day, someone from my bowling past sent me a link to a new Facebook page for the PWBA.
Wait, what?? It's back?!?!
I decided to dust off my old rocks and throw a few rounds down the street (sucks not having your own bowling alley at your disposal anymore...). Not too shabby.
First game: 130. Sucky, but hey, I haven't even touched these balls in who knows how long!
Second game: 170. Consistency started getting better.
Third game: 225. Clean. Boom. Too many 10 pins. I forgot how frustrating those things can be...but I can still knock em over!
Three games to get back on track?....I'll take it.
So, turns out, I still have it in me--which sparked this thought: WHAT IF I COME OUT OF RETIREMENT???
I think it's gonna happen, kids. The ol' hamster is turning in his wheel....the thoughts and ideas are flowing. Don't call it a comeback....but shit, it just might be the biggest one ever. Tour starts next summer....that's plenty of time to get back on my A-game. Wish me luck. Follow along my journey, if ya wanna.