It's one of those rights-of-passage that everyone -- human and ducks
-- must try and ensure to be able to call yourself an American. (I dunno...
maybe they bowl in Canada, but I've never been there, so I can't say for
sure.)
Once they take your dough and give you some funky shoes, you're
suppose to pick a ball.
After selecting a 6 pound ball, I went to the keyboard -- I didn't
know this job required data entry.
Bowling for Dummies - When the screen is red on your name, it's
your turn, you dumb duck... oops.
Funky shoes on webbed toes, my 6 pounder on the lane and the bumpers
up, I'm good to go...
...in this fifth set (?), I managed to get more. Close enough.
Well, certainly I didn't win, but heck, I'm 10 inches tall and under
two pounds, so not bad, right.