There was a group of industry people who gathered to do some bowling tonight. The skills ranged from gutter-ballrific to Semi-Pro (not the Will Ferrell-type, either). The beautiful Alexis Texas was working out her glutes with a great deal of bending over when she gave it her all on the lanes. The somewhat less beautiful Mr. Pete was there along with Manuel Ferrara, Steve Holmes, Joe Rock, director Jerome Tanner, and a gang from New Sensations. I noticed one other reason that life is not fair when I witnessed square-jawed Manuel display his bowling prowess by kicking everyone’s collective ass. It was either a tear or a drop of sweat that fell from my brow as I drove a mental nail into the “Less Perfect than Manuel” coffin that I buried my self-esteem in years ago when he singlehandedly stole every porn girl’s heart. I didn’t break 100 in the first game but bounced back to score 166 in the second. I jumped higher than that dude from the Super Bowl who caught the game-winning touchdown for New York with less than 30 seconds to play in the game! It was my chance to shine…finally!! Did Alexis and every other woman get on their knees when my miracle-on-wood happened? Hell, no! They were all swooning over the Magnificent Manuel as he flexed his biceps, his Fabio-esque hair swaying ever so gently in the meager breeze that blew from the hand-drying air that people hold their palms over before they grip the ball.
The other balls of fury:
My legacy to all sport for my life’s-best-ever game! 4 strikes in a row!