Today, I went bowling for the first time in a long time. Besides the fact that I'm still horrible at it, there was very little of note, save for one man. The fucking bowling terminator in the lane next to me. Looking rather scrawny in build, and relatively short, I didn't take much note of him, until I saw him bowl. Bowling is actually not the right term, for what he wrought upon those ten pins was not a sport, but pure destruction. Lifting the ball completely vertically behind him, before swinging it in a 270 degree arc before releasing it, all in about half a second, I saw him bowl a near-perfect game. The only words I heard him say? "I have no idea what I'm doing."