Don’t let anyone tell you bowling isn’t a contact sport. It definitely is, and its dangerous sport too. Or at least it was for the fearless crew of Video To Go
One Saturday night, way back in March 2003, my boss Krysty and her boyfriend Kris and I decided to go bowling. But by the time we decided on this, it was almost 11 pm. Had we thought of bowling sooner, we could have gone cosmic bowling in Abington. As our dreams of bowling greatness faded before us, Krysty (the smart one in the group) asked “Isn’t there a 24 hour bowling place in Boston?”
Damn right there was! It’s still there too, on Morrissey Blvd. in Dorchester. The place is called Boston Bowl, and its been at that location for as long as I can remember. But up until that night in 2003, I had never gone there. Getting there however, was an adventure on its own.
We left Weymouth just before midnight in Krysty’s Jeep, not really knowing how to get to Boston Bowl. We could see the building from Interstate 93 every time you went to and from the city, but none of us were sure on which exit to take. As Krysty pulled off the highway she asked us if she should turn left or right. Kris was about to tell her to take a right by signaling with his arm. Unfortunately for him, the Jeep’s window got in the way. Luckily this was just one of those plastic window things, but his arm went right through. His hand even had some minor cuts on it, from what, I don’t know.
Anywho, since we were lost already, we decided to head back to Weymouth to fix the window. By fix the window I mean we drove to Walgreens and got a roll of duct tape. I don’t know if any of you has been on a Jeep going 65 on a highway during winter with a busted window, but let me tell you: it’s not fun.
After we fixed the window, and Kris got something for his hand, we headed back to find Boston Bowl. Once again, we got lost on the way. This time however, we stopped at a hotel to ask for directions. Not sure why, but all three of us went into the hotel, and the girl ant the desk asked, “Would you like one bed or two?”
This made me wonder about the type of guests this hotel had, but that thought faded when we asked her where Boston Bowl was. She simply pointed out the window and there it was. Yep, you could see the bowling alley from the hotel, but none of us had noticed.
By the we actually started bowling it was almost 2 am, and things got even stranger. In the lane next to us was a young couple of college aged kids. He had on an MIT shirt, while she was dressed like a school girl. Dunno why, it’s not like it was a real uniform. This seemed more like one of those costumes you see around Halloween.
Not that the men in the alley that night cared. Every time she got ready to bowl, guys would gather around to watch her, and some made comments. What got me was that the kid who I assumed was her boyfriend, never said anything to defend her.
Krysty yelled at Kris and I stop staring at the girl, and bowl already. Now, I’m no bowling expert, but when I have bowled in the past, I have always been able to slide my feet until I let the ball go. Well, that doesn’t work at Boston Bowl. When I tried to slide, my feet just stopped and I went down face first, and hit the bowling lane.
According to Kris I looked like I’d been tackled by Tedy Bruschi. Meanwhile, Krysty thought I’d broken something. I didn’t break anything, but for the next two days I had a mother of a migraine and had balancing problems.
Maybe I had a concussion, I don’t really know. Back then we didn’t have a concussion protocol. Besides, that was my first and only time at Boston Bowl and the only time the VTG Bowling League held an event.