After the Memorial Day competition (and Frankie losing by a breath), Frankie challenged his Dad to a one-on-one smack down on his turf (Santa Fe). He was averaging a 200 for the day (he played 5 games with Brandon), and his high was a 243. He was pretty confident that he would clean house.



*Frankie and Brandon have their own bowling balls, and their dad decided to buy one this night too. He calls it his "Captain America" ball. Honestly, it should be called the "Trash Talker" because that would be fitting since my hubby did that ALL night!
Frankie decided to bowl one last game by himself on a different lane to see if it would make a difference....it did. However, it wasn't against his daddy. Point established. It was his 9th game of the day, though. That has to mean something. :)

Update: They went back the following week and played 9 straight games...FRANKIE WON!!! ....finally! ;)
2 comments:
I won 7 out of the 9. And we played last night too. I won 4 out of 5 games
-Frankie
WooHoo!!!! I think you've finally turned the corner! :)
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