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Bowling and National Poetry Month - what do they have in common? Well, at the National Bowling Center in Reno, sixty lanes filled with teams of five men possessed an energy and rhythm, plus a certain pacing and flow that seemed poetic. Colorful shirts and language abounded as balls rumbled down lanes to strike pins with a resounding thwack. Or clunk, depending on the shot.
Most sorts of diversion in men, children, and other animals are an imitation of fighting - Jonathan Swift.
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Bowling has its own language, too - in the pocket, leave the ten pin, spares, and strikes. The lanes have an oil pattern which dictate the shot. It's like haiku versus a sonnet versus free verse.
The one nice thing about sports is that they prove men do have emotions and are not afraid to show them. - Jane O'Reilly.
Based on this picture the night before tournament play, Ray was saving himself for the BIG game.
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Enough about bowling. Here's outdoor poetry, atop Heavenly in South Tahoe.
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I'd call this shot a Perfect Game
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