Coming home from his Little League game, Billy swung open the front door very excited. Unable to attend the game, his father immediately wanted to know what happened. "So, how did you do son?" he asked.
"You'll never believe it!" Billy said. "I was responsible for the winning run!"
"Really? How'd you do that?"
"I dropped the ball."
Although my daughter wasn’t much of a bowler, when her friend’s bowling team was down a player, my daughter agreed to fill in.
“So how’d you do?” I asked a few days later.
She rattled off her scores: “One sixty, one sixty-seven, and one fifty-five.”
“Wow! That’s great!”
“No… One game sixty, one game sixty-seven, and one game fifty-five.”
When I was young I could watch basketball and even soccer, I could follow all the moves.
But I slowed down a bit and switched to American football since there were many seconds between plays.
But that caught up with me so I switched to baseball since there could be several minutes between plays.
But then I started going to sleep between the plays and lost whole innings.
What to do?
I finally settled on solitaire. If I fall asleep between drawing cards, the game is the same when I wake up.