Armchair athelete

I bowled over 250 without getting up from the couch.

Sure, it was only on the Wii. But my helpless competitors stood and flailed, swung wildly and rattled off strike after strike in vain. I triumphed in a way no less magnificent that if I had vanquished my foes on the lanes of a PBA competition (as sponsored by Denny’s).

I bowled four strikes in a row. And then I spared. And then, the final nail–I closed out with a Turkey.

What did we do before the Wii? Imagine–if you can–a world where people had to go outside and exercise.

Shudder.

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