Thursday, May 21, 2009

Sometimes, a dose of reality really ruins your day.

Despite having just awakened my bowling obsession interest days ago, I was all fired up and ready to join the SP Bowlers. So I dropped by their first training to enquire and look around as well.

The good news: You only need to come for one of the two training days.
The bad news: Yeah, it's still $12 per week.
The worst piece of news ever: The freshies who joined are damn good already.

The last bit roughly equates to me being the laughing stock of the whole club if I dare join after witnessing what seems to be, the Beginner's Level.

Those who went today were majority guys and a handful of girls. Quite a number could be called 'pros' already. I kept seeing strike after strike. The average speed at which the balls rolled was way faster than my fastest.

(Okay, on a side note, close to 80% of my tries end up as gutter balls. Any bowling ball I throw doesn't roll. It creeps along the floor.)

Y'know what. I don't think I'll be joining bowling now. At least, not at my current level of mediocrity. Watching how real bowlers do it is so disillusioning.

I want practice. Lots of practice. Maybe I'll join when the gutter ball percentage is reduced to 20% or lesser...So....

Who's up for bowling?

Gutter Ball Pictures, Images and Photos
Does this look like Obama bowling?

On the bright side, I saw an injured bird for the first time. Or rather, I personally spotted an injured mynah for the first time. The poor thing was huddling at the top of the stairs leading from the stadium to the CASS hill. And bleeding just above the eyes. I half-thought it was a fledging because of all the puffed-up feathers.

Since it hadn't fled when we approached it, I assumed it broke something. Of course, I didn't dare to even try touching the mynah. What if I accidentally aggravated any possible internal injuries with my monstrous strength clumsy fingers?
So Daphne and I were stuck at the stairs for a while coz neither of us wanted to pick up the mynah and we didn't know what else to do either.

Thankfully, there was this group of seniors coming down the hill. We got their attention alright, but it quickly shifted to the mynah. This short-haired girl just went ahead and cupped it in her hands without any hesitation. I feel strangely embarrassed by my inability to do the same. They were cooing over the mynah (and possibly scaring it half to death as well). Since the seniors seem to know better, we left the bird in their care.

I don't know what course they are from, but it's nice to know they're willing to stop for a wounded bird. Their commentary (and antics) provided some amusement too.

(Upon seeing the bird) "Let's take a video!"

Guy#1: "Would cream work?" (said upon seeing the bleeding wound)
Other Guys: (simultaneously) "What do you have? Hair cream?!" "What,you want to cook it?"

Me: "Er...You guys take care of the bird."
Guy: "Hey, we stand here until some other people come. Then we pass the bird to them."

Anyway, those guys did take care of the bird I think. I saw them coming down the hill after hanging around for a while. Hope it got the necessary treatment.