Big day in Syracuse today, as the USBC Women’s Bowling Championships kicks off 88 days of bowling excitement, all leading to the crowning of a champ in, um, about 88 days, I guess. For three months, our fair city will be filled with hot babes, all with one arm massively larger than the other. You’ve probably noticed the amazing pulchritude that epitomizes the typical male bowler, and, from the report and interviews I just saw on the lo-cal news, female bowlers are just as impressive. We’ve hosted the men’s championships in the past (oh, I know, when you think of bowling, you probably don’t think of Syracuse – personally, I think of Buffalo, or maybe Cleveland), and it’s just fortunate that these things aren’t held in the same city at the same time, or in between their kegeling, these folks would be back at the hotel hoisting a few pitchers before retiring to their rooms to breed a master race of athletes that could take over the world. I kinda feel sorry for these ladies. I mean, Syracuse doesn’t seem like much of a reward for earning a spot at the championships. At least it’ll be warm(ish) for them.

It’s also a big day for me, as I’ll be getting my two permanent crowns cemented on (I hope), and then killing a few hours at work before putting a premature end to the week (remind me to water my office plants before I leave). Tomorrow, I get Dish if all goes well (I’m a bit concerned by the rather enormous pine trees to the south), and the weather is supposed to be decent, so maybe I can get some stuff done.

Sure would be nice to have my bucket forks.