A topic close to my heart

Sometimes you can feel the buzzards circling while you practice, their greedy eyes on your game, picking apart every detail of your shot-making skills, finding dozens of ways they can improve you!  The worst of them will even follow you into the bathroom, perching on the stall wall, eye-balling you in a most predatory fashion to make sure you are enlightened by their evangelic ministry to make you a better bowler.  Often times, I've even heard their mournful cry in the wilderness of the synthetic board jungle, "those guys on T.V. aren't that good".  You leap the rows of ball returns like a crazed Olympic hurlder in an effort to escape, pursued by three, now four, would-be-hyena coaches, your practice mentality gone like so many dust mites in a hurricane.  Leaving your beloved equipment behind you streak to the parking lot and fumble for your car keys.  You bumble and they fall, only to be scooped up by one of the vultures who also has advice on how to better arrange the keys on your key chain... hours later you awake to the soft glow of diffused light softly gleaming from the surface of four softly padded white walls.

Ok, maybe a little extreme...but...Unsolicited help, regardless of the benevolence of the intentions, is often completely unwanted and often obtrusive. Remember that the next time your brain itches to "fix" someone.


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Kill the back row (or maybe this should read "make your spares, dummy")

What I want to know is...

How much did Smurf take ya for during lunch