Monday, January 09, 2012

In Heaven, Leagues are Always Forming

Laura sent me this obituary of professional bowling's first superstar. She also sent me the lyrics to a song about bowling which has the added benefit of name-checking various Canadian towns. Beauty.

Roll in peace.

1 comment:

J. said...

If the spouse weren't on his way to Philly, he would wax nostalgic about his bowling days (he still has his bowling ball, I believe).

In lieu of that, I would like to share this clip of Fred Flintstone bowling, which, come to think of it, is how I view the spouse's bowling days.