Last week the local Columbus bowling scene was treated to the sight of 15-or-so of the worst bowlers even to grace a bowling alley. Unsurprisingly, they were all from the Wilkins and Wrighton labs, on our Christmas outing. The sole exception was Lindsey Solden, who had promised to bring her own bowling ball, but somehow got cold feet at the last moment.
Defying the urge to use the bumper lanes, we dispatched gutter-ball after gutter-ball. As insanity took over the minds of some players (PI Wrighton), more extreme and unique bowling methods were employed. Nothing helped. Finally, after beer, pizza, and thumb blisters, we departed, safe in the knowledge that professional bowling would not be troubling any of our scientific careers any time soon.