Gutter punk

I recently tacked a new addition onto the Life List that I thought sounded like a neat accomplishment.  Bowl a 300.  Well, yesterday in a attempt to deviate from our well worn life grooves, Shawn suggested we go bowling.  Perfect!  I could get a baseline reading for my goal.  Now I can't really place the last time I went bowling, sometime 6 or 7 years ago.  But I do remember I was on the low side of an average player.  I didn't suck.  So we bought a couple of games and set to it.  Shawn did pretty well.  I, um, did not.  How bad you ask?  I guttered 7 sets before I managed to knock down any pins.  I scored a 10 on the first 9 sets.  Nope, I didn't leave a 0 of that.  It was a 10.  Meanwhile 2 lanes down, a 5 year old hit 3 or 4 strikes without bumpers.  To be fair, his whole family was rocking the strikes, but still, a 5 year old.  So my choices were 1) sit there burning with the shame of my incompetence or 2) laugh because seriously, how can someone be that bad?  So I laughed (even though there was a bit of shame in there).  There was slight redemption when I started the second game off with a strike and a spare, but then I quickly returned to my gutter prone ways.  I think my total the second game was a whole 36, but over the first game, that was a 260% improvement!