So, I actually kinda hate the act of bowling. I’m really horrible at it and I inevitably will get pissy after 3 straight games in last place. I actually have my own bowling ball, but I’ve only used it once or twice. Don’t get me wrong though, I will gladly go to the bowling alley and happily sit there with some knitting, but I will not bowl. SO. When Ryan asked if I wanted to go duckpin bowling last Saturday, I figured I’d spend my time running around snapping photos instead of participating in the dreaded throwing of a small ball at some pins. The White Oak duckpin alley is like a blast from the past, complete with the neon cheese nachos and melamine chairs and bowling champions named Shirl.