My Wife Is A Witch
My wife is a witch. Not a scary Halloween witch, but apparently, she can cast spells.
Let me explain.
Monday nights we are in a bowling league. Our team is not particularly good, but without my spell casting wife we would be close to the basement. (Last place)
Several weeks ago, we were about to be shut out. Zero points out of seven possible. We were doing ok in the final of three games when the opposing teams anchor went on a tear and threw five strikes in a row.
His hot streak cut our lead to two pins and he had one more throw while were finished.
On his final throw he needed to only hit 1 pin to defeat us.
(I know someone out there is thinking “one pin? You are leading by 2 pins?"
You probably don’t know scoring in bowling. With 2 working strikes, one pin on the last throw will add up to 3 additional pins.)
Mrs. C lean over to me and said,
“He could throw a gutter ball!”
This dude had not missed a rack all night. He had just thrown 5 straight strikes, and The Witch suggested he could throw the ball in the gutter and hit nothing?
His last throw was pulled to the left started to curve and plopped into the gutter at the last second just missing the only pin needed to win the game.
Sue the first bowler on our team overheard Mrs. C’s call and could not hold back,
“You’re a witch!
Well, it could just be one of those things, stuff does happen…except tonight she struck again.
Our first game came down to the last frame. Mrs. C finished a more than respectable 158 game after missing a tough tenth frame spare attempt giving us a 5-pin lead with no more frames.
Unfortunately, Lori, the other team’s final bowler was faced with a simple single pin spare on her last frame. If she makes the spare, it would pretty much assure, they would win the game for 2 points.
Lori is a very good bowler. I have not seen her miss a simple middle of the alley single pin spare in like…ever.
As she lined up her shot, Mrs. C whispered,
“She could miss it you know.”
Lori could not believe it as her ball rolled by that single pin by less than an eyelash.
I was tempted to tell her it was not her fault, but stayed silent.
I don’t want to mess with the witch.