It was some awareness event for Big Brothers/Big Sisters.
Though I convinced myself that out of the 10 people on my team that I would be the low scorer, imagine my surprise when I bested them all by about 30 points – on my first game, that is.
My second game, I wasn’t quite as good, but I didn’t suck either. I more than broke 100 on both games. Beat that Mr. Obama!!! Actually, that’s not too bad considering it’s been about 14 months since I bowled last.
One of the folks at work is a Big Brother. I find it very admirable with his work and family schedule – but he’s committed to it. For about a nanosecond I thought – ‘maybe I should (or could) be a Big Brother’.
Ruckiry (not Jon’s boss), it was only a nanosecond. I came to and thought ‘WTF am I thinking’? In a way, I feel Helen Lovejoy (the gossipy wife of the minister) sitting on my shoulder screaming in my ear, “won’t somebody please think of the children???”
Can you imagine what direction I could possibly give to some child who had been abandoned by any male figure – or every male figure?
Song by: the cast of Grease 2