It was dark and rainy outside, we were just in for a good time, yet we had no idea what was in for the future ahead of us. Myself and a few other friends were at the bowling alley in Glenwood Iowa, for no specific reason, just to have a good time with each other. It was the middle of summer and who knew this was going to be one of the scariest nights of our lives.
“It’s your turn to bowl!” Alyx exclaimed to me. Everytime I go up to bowl I wait for the same ball to come out of the ball shoot every single time, it’s bright red and only has 3 little holes for my fingers to go into. As I went up to bowl, I grabbed my lucky ball and rolled it down the path like a slippery snake, STRIKE! Right after I had gotten my strike, the bowling alley got a telephone call saying there was a shooting nearby in town. Everyone got a little panicked, but we continued with our fun night of bowling. Kamryn, Kennedy and Tommy all bowled and got their scores. It was starting to get darker outside when all of a sudden we heard gunshots outside of the building, just as loud as when you hear an airplane taking off. The gunshots were one right after another, 4 in a row. *boom boom boom boom* they went in the air. Everyone went to look outside and all of a sudden a dark shadow wearing all black clothes was starting to walk up to the door, it was still about 100 feet away, but it was getting closer, and fast. “Get into the bathroom, now!” The manager of the bowling alley told us with spark in his
A bowling pin can be a stubborn opponent. A slight wrong turn of the wrist at the moment of launch can tip the odds in the pin’s favor. Yet the pin makes not one move. The pin realizes this, and knows that by remaining stone-faced, the bowler’s nerves will be shaken and bullets of sweat will come pouring like a cascade of water. The pin gloats at its incessant victory which only agitates the extraordinarily captivated bowler. However, the bowler’s focus causes him to fail every time he sends the ball like a message in a bullet towards that pin. The simple reality is that by remaining in a state of tranquility, success will be achieved, the bowler will emerge victorious, and the pin defeated.
It was a nice and sunny day, with birds chirping and the smell of freshly cut grass. I felt the leather on my baseball glove and the delicious taste of cereal. I’m ready to play some baseball.
The sun was out and beating down on us already, it seemed as we had been out there for hours but really only minutes. Yet somehow I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else on this day except the baseball field. Little did I know what would happen that day. It was a Friday too, but for this game I felt good and knew something good would happen or bad. Either way i was prepared for the game. This was a game that would determine if I would start the last home game, so I had to do better.
Many people don't understand the point in playing baseball. Why would someone swing a stick, hit a ball, and try to get back to where they started before the ball returns? What pleasure is there in that? Why not participate in a sport like wrestling or track where there is an obvious level of individual improvement and therefore pleasure. Well, I play baseball because of the love I have for the sport, and because of the feeling that overwhelms me every time I walk onto a baseball field. When I walk onto a field I am given the desire to better myself not only as an athlete, but also as a person. The thoughts and feelings I get drive me to work hard towards my goals and to be a better person. The most relevant
Softball has always been my favorite sport. It’s the fast pace of my heart as I’m rounding the bases, fast as lightning, making contact with the corner of the grungy white bases with a heavy coat of red dirt layering the edges, prepared to dive into home base, the sound of the bat making solid compact with the bright, attention grabbing yellow ball, the smell of the dew delicately resting on the fields of green grass, giving everyone a relaxed feeling of being in nature.
I watch a baseball smack right off my bat and look at it fly threw the air like an exotic toucan. I can see the fans in the stand go silent and just watch the ball soar.
The day was perfect to play softball,the bright sun was giving off the heat. I was sitting in the the car moving like crazy as if I was trapped and and was trying to escape. I had the worst butterflies feeling like I was going to throw up my breakfast all over my moms car floor. We pulled in the parking lot in a flash and all you could hear was me breathing heavily. My mom hit the button to the door so i could get out of the car. I got out and the fresh air was really hot. I got very sweaty like we just finished with the state championship game but I believe i was just too nervous.
Have you ever wondered what professional bowlers consider to be the best training and coaching methods? There are various pro’s and con’s of different training methods in Professional Bowling.
So when I was five my parents took my to a bowling alley for the first time. At first I didn’t like it because I didn’t know how to bowl, and I was really bad at it. But after the second game i was getting the hang of it. I actually started to like bowling. my parents told me that I get my liking in bowling from Aunt Tracy. So everytime my aunt would come in to time we would go bowling. When I got to high school and learned that they had a bowling time. I was so happy and ready to tryout. One day after tryouts my dad took me out to eat and was really happy that i was actually trying out for a team in high school. This was the first time i have ever tried out for a team. so i was hoping that i made it. . During dinner I got an email. when
Throughout the readings “Bowling Alone”, “Alone Together”, and “Still Bowling Alone”, the three authors all have their points to get across involving technologies in our societies. They’re all quite common, as in they all seem to want us to be weary of how close we get to technology, as it’s drifting us away from our friends and family, but also from our civic and social lives, as “Bowling Alone” speaks heavily about. Technology can be a positive aspect of life, but when you look at it from these authors’ perspectives, you can possibly see it as a negative.
As a Freshman, I tried out for Terra's first Varsity Bowling Team, substituting most of the time. Nevertheless, I established myself, and during Sophomore and Junior year I became the Team's Lead Starter. Consistently bowling well, I helped the team achieve two undefeated seasons, two USBC-GMAC Championships, one FHSAA District Championship, 2nd Place Districts and the honor of going to States twice.
I felt like I could do anything. The moment was extremely surreal. I hadn’t accomplished anything so arduous in my life. The crowd’s cheers were thundering through my body. I had so much adrenaline coursing through my veins that I wasn’t even weary. People were jumping up and down, screaming in victory, and clapping so loud I couldn’t hear myself think. I couldn’t believe that I had just won the State Championship volleyball game.
Aside from being one of the most accessible (and best!) sports out there, many aspects of bowling can be expressed with physics. Achieving maximum power, throwing a hook ball, and getting good pin action can all be broken down into physics issues and represented with equations. I will cover four aspects of bowling that can be explained with physics terms and show you how to use this knowledge to optimize your game.
Volleyball, one of the world's greatest sports. From the hot and muggy gym, to sweat dripping down each players face, volleyball is not for the faint of heart. This sport requires a single-minded desire: to win. It takes more than just teamwork to win. Volleyball has always been one of my favorite sports. I would always meet a new friend anywhere I would go. Believe it or not these situations are how you could meet your life long best friends.
On March 15, 2005, in San Diego, California, I was excited but curious as to what the sport of baseball would be like. I jumped into our grey Honda Odyssey, seating myself in my middle-aged car seat, pretty much a booster seat. I didn’t know what to bring or what to be prepared for. The only thing in the back of the van was a slightly beat-up tee ball bat my parents got me a couple years ago. It was from a second cousin of mine whom constantly handed sports equipment down to me.