We hired a lane and I showed Wilson the rudiments of how to bowl and how the game was scored. He practiced a bit, then we started on our Best-of-Three-Games challenge.
In the first game W Guttered most of his balls, and he lost dismally, but in the second he suddenly found his stride and narrowly beat me. In the third, and deciding, game I got the feeling that he was letting me win… until the last minute, when he vanquished me again.
He immediately suggested we play Best-of-Five, so I could get my own back — which I failed to do — and by the time he'd beaten me in Best-of-Seven we were both too exhausted and hungry to play on.
As we left, Wilson shook my hand and said, 'Thank you for the game, New Dad! You've been a tolerably worthy opponent... for your age.'
The important thing, though, was that we'd both enjoyed the final evening of our holiday.
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