OF A GOLDEN AGE

In my 60%-male workplace, we spend a lot of time talking about company sports teams in various states of incubation. Oh, and we’re not very good at sports, and all the teams we fully form end up in last place. The worst was the time the boys formed a basketball team in a specifically ALL MALE league, and even though I’m taller than all but one or two of the boys on the proposed team, I wasn’t allowed. How about that.

Now we have a bowling team, ladies welcome, and I’m pleased to report that we’re not in last place. Bowling is my kind of sport: You can eat a large meal beforehand and drink during it, and handicapping means you ultimately compete against yourself.

(Alley-Lujah! is our team name, featuring a bowling ball with angel wings. No offense, religion, it’s just an innocent play on words, although an opposing team once admitted they thought we were a church group.)

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