Welcome to the Syndicate
My good friend McCracken and I sat down one day and mused on the possibility of a team blog. Blogs can be tiresome and awful, but personally I've found them to be tremendously inspiring. I will do the wacky thing just to blog about it. I will go on a humiliating date if it makes for some good writing. The blog forces us to make some sense of our lives and put it out there for public consumption. And just as a sporting event is enhanced tenfold by the pre-game show and post-game analysis, so too can one's life grow by just looking at it a little closer.
We thought this was a great format in which to forge some personal change in our lives. What thing was missing? What item could we blog about to make it more central to our existence? What exactly was that white hot pain of absence in our stomachs and where did it come from? What was this thing? What?
Bowling. It was bowling.
We would make a blog about bowling. And only bowling.
And it would change our lives.
Who can deny that we are happier human beings when we bowl?
So McCracken and I would like to welcome you to the Bowling Syndicate, a team blog on the joys of bowling. We encourage anyone interested in contributing to drop us a line. We'll send you an official Blogvite and soon you will be an official member of the Syndicate and posting about your 200+ Game in New York, Puking in Prague, the Heavy Pins in Provo, the Shoe Theft in Glendale, the Most Amazing Choke of All-Time in Santa Monica, the Date Gone Awry in Tokyo, the Time Drew Barrymore Split Her Pants At the Lucky Strike, the Rock-n-Bowl Sabotage in Seattle, the Sub 50 Game in St. Petersberg, the Man Who Bowled Off His Leg and Fell Into the Lane When He Had A Chance To Win On The Last Ball Of The Game...
There are only two rules:
1. Posts must be about bowling. No exceptions. Sort of about bowling, at least. I mean it, seriously, there have to be some bowling metaphors, or something. Please, I insist, please remember our motto: "All bowling, all the time. Everybody else leave."
2. You can't actually be any good. Anyone with an average over 200 must leave and never come back.
That is all. Welcome to the Syndicate. We are gearing up for the 1st Annual Beantown Am tomorrow night (it used to be the Beantown Pro-Am, but no pros are gonna be there....so there). The Condiment guarantees victory.
And to anyone who thinks we might not be taking this seriously, I give you this picture of our founding father, Tricky Dick:
I assure you, we are taking this seriously. Very seriously.