Random musings on all things cinematical, and otherwise, by Joe Leydon.
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.