You know that scene in Happy Gilmore, when he misses his tee shot, and proceeds to get bleeped for 2 solid minutes? Yeah, that would be me if I ever got on television as a bowler. Even if I could hone my skills sufficiently to make the PBA tour, I don’t think I could ever master my temper well enough. Jennie’s folks no longer bowl with us on Monday nights because of my outbursts. Now, I try really, really hard, but sometimes I just get so frustrated that I have to drop an f-bomb or two. Or seventeen. Hundred.
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