Stealth Bomber here...
...telling you that the PBA Experience league is a whole different experience for me. I've found my "A" game on the Cheetah pattern and suck hell on the Chameleon pattern. Really? Some said it would be the other way around for me. Har. Look at me now! Average is slowly going back up from the horrible start on the Chameleon pattern. I think we either get the Shark or the Cheetah pattern again next week.

Scores: 186, 177, 190, & 202. 755 set.

Not bad...not bad...

Gonna get better. Mos def gonna get better...

Stealth, working on the Bomber, here...
     As usual, I'm kicking assage in the Friday Doubles league. Nothing new there. I'm holding a 192 average at 2 different houses now. My partner still sucks. She doesn't want to take any advice and think that "Hey, she has a 192, why the fuck do I have to bowl good" type attitude. So I'm about a second away from bitch-slapping her and say, "Fuck you, go find another partner you ass!" If I bowl, I'd love to bowl to win...not drag a partners ass to victory. I can't do it all by myself ya know.

ANYWHO...
Wednesday was the pro-am and I had my friends with me this time! So I wasn't feeling all bored, left out and out of place! Ok, I wasn't that out of place last year. Ok, maybe I was. I was actually hyped this year. First pro was Doug Kent! Woot! He asked me why I kept looking at my shoes and I told him they were brand new...lol. Dexter SST Sport Entry. Love em. The second pro, Jim Tomek Jr., scared me, lol. Just in a freaky little way he kept staring at me like "Ooo" and I'm all like "Noo". So he freaked me out so much that I didn't take a pic with him. Sad ain't it? Fist game was a 231. Third pro, Chris Warren! I loved his style so much when I was little. To see him bowl the same way is so fucking cool. He disappeared for a while and I asked BJ where'd he go. He jokingly said, "Probably at a vending machine." Everyone turned around and lo-behold he was at the vending machine, lol. And then I jokingly said, "He's probably getting some M&Ms." He came back and lo-behold, he has M&MS, lol! Very funny moment when he came back. We was all staring at him giggling like mad school girls. He asked what happened so we told him the story and he outright laughed. Fourth pro, Tommy Jones! Oh shit, this is looking better than last year! Tommy kinda angered everyone when he kept walking away though but it was all cool. Second game was a 264. Fifth pro, Parker Bohn! Hi again! He remembered me too. Once again he said I was good but I still needed some practice. He said I took his advice well. Sixth and final pro, Tommy Delutz Jr.! He was so down to earth. Really, he was! I even did a trick shot with him but we both missed. Grrr, oh well. Third game, I sandbagged like a MF...a 160. My knee was killing me though. So I hung in there.

So it was all said and done...HOLD THE PHONE! Norm Duke and Pete Weber was in the pro shop doing an interview! My friend DJ wasn't leaving until he got a pic with Pete Weber. So we waited and waited and BAMM, Norm Duke walks out. DJ takes his pic and BJ takes one with me. Pete comes out and DJ's screaming out, "Can I take a pic with you?!" and the I asked if I can take one after him. So I asked DJ what camera was he using, mines or BJ's. So we all looking back and forth like a bunch of idiots (even Pete did it). Then Pete just looked at DJ, looked at me, looked back at DJ and said, "Sorry I have to take a pic with her." Everyone's jaw dropped including mines. So he saidto me, "Let me take a pic with him first." He comes back and I thought it was gonna be the normal same old pose, arm around back or something and next think I know he's like, "Ooh, I like this" and pulls me into a hug. One, I'm surprised, two BJ was about to take the pic while mouthing off stupid shit. Three, he takes the pic as soon as Pete says, "I might have to take you with me." OMFG, my face was torn between holding in a laugh (at BJ's mouthed words) or making an outright shocked face (at what Pete said). Which one it is, you can look cause I'm posting the pics. So after the pic, my face still holding surprise, here's what happened after that, he kisses my hand and walks away. Whoaaa. Defenition of Pete: a complete flirt and a gentleman, lol. That sounds right...

I went home 50 million times better than when I left home to go to the pro-am. I was fucked up in the head because my bro got hit by a car on his way home from school that afternoon. He's better now, he just has a severly sprained ankle and needs to stay off of it for 72 hours.

Well, that's all folks.