Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Northside Fantasy Baseball League

Anyone interested? I'm thinking live draft at the Lanes with some pizza and, of course, some bowling. 12 teams max so we aren't there all night, maybe a $20-30 entry fee to make it interesting. We would want to draft by the end of the month I'd imagine, so if you're interested let me know post-haste.

In other news, back-to-back 600 sets on Thursday nights... so typical that I finally start bowling well right in time for the summer. So it goes, I'm afraid.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Many Thanks

Today I owe a debt of gratitude to former Northside house record holder and Thursday league-mate Dickie Ashby. Two weeks ago, in the midst of my typical struggle to get to a 500 set, Mr. Ashby very quietly approached me at my team's table and whispered in my ear, "bend your knees, Billy; every time you screw one up it's because you're starting out with your legs straight."

Wow. On the list of awesome tips I've received, this one ranks right up there with the awesomest. Keeping my knees bent all the way through my approach has allowed for more consistent timing, and thus a more predictable release.

As I referred to in my previous post, my recent results have borne out this increased consistency, with the exception of Thursday nights. This Thursday, with knees bent all the way, I changed that by bowling 223-182-197=602.

Most importantly, Max HDCP won all 4 points, making it 11 of our last 12. Starting to make our move here in the homestretch....

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Talk To Me, People!

So I'm killing time before the Thursday Night Men's League this evening, and in my procrastinatory wanderings I noticed something about this blog: Nobody has written a comment yet!

Now, I know I haven't been the most prolific writer over the several months since the blog's debut, but ZERO comments?? Really?!? Do I honestly make so much sense that EVERYONE agrees with EVERYTHING I say? That would be pretty epic, if true, yet somehow my heart tells me it isn't.

I know you guys look. I know you guys read. But only because the tracker tells me so. OK, every once in a while someone does mention that they liked a post or that I need to get back to writing. But that's been maybe three times. In 8 months.

Here's what I'm looking for: I want someone to tell me why I carry a 193 average on Tuesday nights, bowl in the 600s regularly in practice, yet can only manage a measly buck seventy five
in tonight's league?

You have my permission to use wit and/or sarcasm in your response.

Cheers,
Billy

Monday, February 4, 2013

The Phoenix Rises; Apple Capital Tournament Thoughts

So it's been several months since my last post, and while I feel some guilt for letting it go that long, I keep coming back to the fact that I said in my last post that I'd post again when someone bugged me about it. Here we are, three and a half months past that utterance, and nobody has said a word! Not even Dad! No, this phoenix has not risen from the ashes in a mere response to a work imperative. Tonight there is real, organic inspiration rocketing from my fingertips.

To what do I owe this sudden burst of creative energy? The recently-completed 48th Annual Apple Capital Handicap Singles Tournament.

A while ago, I agreed to take on a new role here at Northside: that of Tournament Director. The primary responsibility of the job is to administer the center's flagship tournament, which has run every January since 1965. Historically, the tournament has employed a handicapped scoring format and the house shot for an oil pattern. As happens with many things I come into contact with around here, I knew from the start that I wanted to give the event some sort of new twist to try & shake things up a bit.

The astute observer will ask why I would want to change a formula that had seemingly worked fine the past 47 years. My first response to such an inquiry would be that in fact, the status quo has become increasingly untenable over the past 15-20 years. In its heyday back in the 1980's and 90's, the tournament had a guaranteed first prize of $2,000 and regularly drew 300+ entries. By contrast, we had 78 entries in 2012 and guaranteed just $500 for first place. Much of this decline can be written off to a general decrease in bowling participation over the same time period, but a more easily examined piece of the puzzle is score inflation. According to a 2002 article in USA Today, there were 192 sanctioned 300 games rolled in 1952 from 1.6 million ABC members. In 2001, the article states, ABC membership stood at a similar 1.7 million members, but 300 games had grown to a whopping 42,163! These numbers back up my strong opinion that strikes have become too easy to bowl due to rapidly developing ball technology and the wimpy house oil patterns used by centers like mine to inflate bowler egos and, consequently, our revenues.

It might be appropriate to pause here and mention that the scores of this bowler have not seen any inflation. Zero. More on this another time.

Getting to my point on the Apple Capital business, co-director Kelly Chapman and I decided to address score inflation by choosing a significantly more difficult USBC Team USA oil pattern for this year's tournament. We wanted to spur entries by keeping scores low & competitive, similar to the US Open in golf. We were largely successful in this endeavor, as the final results indicate, and I'm pleased with the 15% increase in total entries for this year.

If you clicked that results link, look again. Check your screen for smudges, then look again.

That's right. Patrick Rodgers, my hard-computing Thursday Night Men's League teammate, won the whole thing with a 693 hdcp set. $600 first prize. Two conclusions to my discussion here: 1) Anyone could have won this thing, and anyone did. 2) I think the team needs bowling shirts, Patrick.

Did I not just chronicle Patrick's rise to respectability in my previous post? Pretty good, eh? Am I more Nostradamus or Miss Cleo do you think?

On that charming note I think it's time I bid you adieu.... I told you I was inspired :)

Until next time,
Billy G