I was scheduled to bowl tonight's league. Was pretty excited about it until I started feeling the bloatedness. The fatigue. And worst of all, the cramps. Crap. Not the toes. The toes have been surprisingly well behaved.
Still, it wasn't excuse to bowl like a cow. I'm not revealing my average. Let's just say I probably manage to attain the highest handicap possible.
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