Your Inner Badass

Many years ago I was in a terriblebowling accident. My friends and I wereat the tail end of a heated tiebreaker andI was so focused on making a great showof my final shot—leaping into actionloudly declaring my impending victorydancing and twirling my way through myapproach—that I didn’t realize wheremy feet were when I let go of the ball.This was the moment I was to learnhow serious the bowling community isabout penalizing those who roll with onetoe over the line. They pour oil or waxor lube or something unimaginablyslippery all over the alley and shouldsomeone accidentally slide out ofbounds while attempting the perfect hookshot she will find her feet flying outfrom under her and her ass crashingdown onto a surface that even anairborne bowling ball can’t crack.