Scatch that itch!
I made my annual pilgrimage to the bowling lanes last night. I don't intend it to be on an annual basis but somehow it just happens once a year.

Earlier last week:

There's been lots of bowling in the news. Well done on Team Singapore for those fantastic results at the Asian Youth Games. My scores were never that high when I was 18. These kids must be pretty damn good. - the Bowling seed enters my head

Friday last week:

I'm rushing for a quick lunch time workout at the gym. As the frontdesk guy swipes my gym card, I look up at the rows of TV screens in front of the treadmills. ESPN catches my eye and I realise they're showing a professional bowling competition. I'm transfixed and watch a player take a shot. 'Hey, I recognise him! Its Pete Weber.... nice strike.' - the Bowling seed sprouts roots

Yesterday morning:

A family member's colleague emails me again about bowling advice for his two young boys. A little person in my head runs around to the corner of my brain where all my bowling information is stored. He blows the dust off the neurons or whatever the brain uses to store info and tells my fingers to start typing. - That does it. I gotta hit the lanes.

Late last night:

I still got it! 233, 226 and 194. The itch has been scratched. Till next year.