I knew I was in trouble when the 3 year-old kid in the next bowling lane had a higher bowling score than I did.
Granted he had the help of a "thingy-ma-jig" bowling ball ramp that helped aim the ball just right to roll off gently down the ramp in the perfect direction. The ball would slowly meander down the lane to barely kiss the pins; teetering them with a domino effect, which created some score-worthy results for this little guy. But, little Theo had something more, something I was missing from my bowling game.
Cuteness. The bowling style of dog-gone cuteness!
There's just something so darn adorable about watching a little kid grappling ahold of an oversized bowling ball in both arms with wide-eyed excitement. With the help of dad, they'd carry the ball; baby-steppin' along a slippery waxed floor, hoisting it, lining it up and giving it a mighty push.
I, on the other hand, a rookie bowler of a different sort was still trying to figure out how to enter my name on the scoreboard.