Images of a Disgraceful Afternoon
This is a picture of the Mecca. Note the high hard shadows of the noonday sun:

This is a picture of the sniggering, supercilious Juan Sabado:

This is a picture of game one. Sabado beats McCracken by 58 pins and Condiment by 67:

This is a picture of Juan Sabado finessing his frail 13lb ball into some inexplicably explosive pin action:

This is a picture of game two. McCracken scores an all-time low 73:

This is a picture of a--for lack of a better word--disghausted McCracken. He is ready to tear the building apart in a blind rage...or fall asleep.

This is a picture of Sabado bowling another strike. How I hate him:

This is a picture of McCracken accepting his fate:

This is a picture of the Loser Bowl (a McCracken/Condiment spinoff). Condiment barely clears 100.

Daily averages:
Juan Sabado 165
Condiment 117.333333
McCracken 100.33333
As Lintinin likes to say, Condiment smash!
2 Comments:
We really need to ponder the cruel bitch that is bowling: you think you finally got it down to where you can actually average 140 and then you score a fucking 88.
11:41 AM PDT
I know, I kept saying over and over "It's a sphere. It's a heavy, smooth sphere. It's not a 12-sided die that veers off randomly. It goes in a straight line. It's round." And yet, if I didn't strike in the tenth frame I would have ended up with a 94 or something like that.
2:07 PM PDT
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