I'm A Really Bad Bowler

Champagne, red wine, coors light and jack sounded like a good idea on a sunny New York afternoon at 3. I had hoped those violent drunken episodes had vanished with college and Winamp, but alas I was wrong. Now all that is left are a few apologies, a wrinkled shirt and a headache. Hopefully we’ll have better luck at the wedding.

Although, I will admit that a good bachelor party is always a reminder of how much I suck at bowling. It's that Southpaw hook!