Sticking to my promise of finding better things to do than watch the Vikings, on this rare beautiful day in Minnesota in November, I am...watching women's bowling.
It's the fledgling resurrection of women's pro bowling, and I am rooting for it to succeed. There are two bowlers, neither of whom I know anything about, facing off for the title. One is pretty; the other not so much.
Being the predictable pig of a guy that I am, I am cheering for the pretty one.
In my defense, a sex symbol in women's bowling might help it succeed. But I don't think she's quite that pretty.
My real reason for cheering for her is that her style is more of a "stroker," while her opponent is a "cranker," and I appreciate that style more.
I'm not making that up, sicko. Get your mind out of the gutter and Google it.
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