Sunday, May 08, 2011

Just call me Kingpin

Fifteen years after I received my very own custom-fitted bowling ball as swag during the junket for Kingpin -- they drilled the holes to match my fingers right there in the hospitality suite! -- I still take it out of the closet for an occasional game. But my son still kicks my ass at the lanes. And more often than not, so does his mom.

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