Before continuing to read this post, I’d like everyone to take a look at the post linked here…
That outing, my friends, was five years ago today, and, as I look back at it, I’m still amazed at what has transpired since then: my 288 league and 290 open bowling games, my two 700 series in league (not bad for someone who was in danger of not being able to walk at all, let alone well enough to bowl well π ), and, most importantly to me, my closer involvement in the Brockton bowling scene and all of the friends I have made and re-made since coming back. I wish I could thank each of you by name here, but I like brevity in most of my posts, so a blanket “Thank You” will have to suffice.
There will be one person that I have to thank individually, though, and that would be my brother Frank. Even when I had doubted myself, my brother wanted me to get involved with the sport again, and that outing five years ago was what “lit the fuse.” Because of that, all of my outings with him since have been special (yes, even when he’s caught me on a bad day and took a game from me π ). To make it official, thank you, Frank.
I had hoped this week to celebrate the anniversary by officially launching another bowling-related project, but something happened in the last 24 hours that put it on the back burner. I was contacted last night, and confirmed her identity today, by an older half sister whom my mother gave up for adoption at the age of 18, and we spent the bulk of the day between phone calls and Facebook posts getting her connected and acquainted with my family. As it turns out, my newly-found half sister has a daughter who bowls, so this could get interesting. As a result, I now have another reason to remember June 30 for. π
By coincidence of post count, this is also my 1,500th post to this blog. π