Thank you, Captain Obvious.

Yesterday was a Tuesday and that means that I had bowling. Unfortunately, the day got off to a rough start when I found out that Britney Spears kicked Kevin Federline out of their home. When Ashley and I heard about it from Candy 95.1 we just... we couldn't go on. I mean, if those two can't make it then who can? I called my mom to tell her the bad news, and I knew it came as a shock to her, too. Apparently Britney was upset with Kevin because he wouldn't stop smoking around the baby, but can you blame the guy? I mean, COME ON! Stop smoking around an infant? Pa-lease. Anyway, I consoled my mom about it and Ashley and I moped along to bowling. We found James on Lane 1 and I could feel it was going to be a good day because we were in the first lane, and winners are first. Our first game went really well. I mean, we actually hit pins and such. The second game wasn't as good as the first, but we all still did really well. James almost got a turkey, and that would have been awesome. He got two strikes in a row, but then only 9 pins in the third frame. Anyway, we had to bowl with these two guys in Lane 2 and one of them we bowled with last week and he's freaking awesome at bowling. Like, he's so good he's not even allowed to have a handicap. But this guy, Matt, just seems really depressed. I mean, he'll bowl, and knock 9 over and walk away shaking his head, then he'll pick up the spare and he walks away looking even more disappointed than he did when he didn't get a strike. Sometimes he would even get a strike and walk away looking like he was going to cry.

But that's not who this is about. This is about the jerk of a guy that was on Matt's team. I don't remember his name, and frankly I don't care, because he was a jerk. I'll just call him Daniel, because that could have been it. So, Daniel's not a very good bowler. I mean, his handicap was only 3 less than mine, so that should tell you something right there. Anyway, sometimes when I bowl I slip a little and nearly fall. It happens. I have to use a 10 pound ball, and the weight of the ball causes me to lose balance sometimes and I trip a little. Sure, Ashley and James laugh a little, but they laugh with me, not at me. Daniel decided to laugh at me. As I went up for the shot I slipped and had to catch myself, which looks a little strange. I still picked up the spare, but I looked a little silly doing it, and when I turned around Daniel was just like, "Hahaha. Gee, maybe you should fall more often if you're going to bowl like that. Hahaha," and then he imitated me tripping while sitting down and it just looked like he was having a seizure or something. It really hurt my feelings. No one laughed, because it wasn't funny. It was just mean. So later on when he was up to bowl I thanked Ashley and James for not making fun of me when I trip, which is about once or twice per game. But I think God was listening to the sadness I felt inside because after a few frames Daniel tripped, too. I laughed heartily to myself.

Sirach 28: 17
"A blow from a whip raises a welt, but a blow from the tongue smashes bones."