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Welcome Back Bowling Fans!!!

In honor of the anniversary of the day the music died, I have written a bowling parody of the famous Don McClean song commemorating the event.
(Please sing to American Pie)

A short, short time ago...
I can still remember
How that 10 pin used to make me smile.
And I knew if they had the chance.
That Team Each Hit would make those pins dance
and, maybe, they'd hold on to first place for awhile.

But January made me shiver.
With every gutter ball I delivered.
Bad news for Team Each Hit
Captain Pink Shoes had lost some of her wit.

I can't remember if I sighed,
When I got the text saying we barely tied,
But something touched me deep inside,
The day the bowling alley cried.

So bye-bye, to bowling scores up so high.
Now my strike ball is a gutter ball
and my spares are denied.
And them other teams are destroying our pride.
Singin', "Team Each Hit bowls like they're sleep deprived."
"Team Each Hit bowls like they're sleep deprived."

Did you see the Cooler's hook?
And do you believe the risk that Beer Nip took?
The beer must've told him so.
Do you believe in spares and strikes?
And is bowling just like riding a bike,
once you learn it, it comes back to you real slooooooow?

Well I know that Lefty's narrowing in
on the form that previously helped us win.
All the newbies stole our shoes
thinking that must be what's making us lose.

Double Bagger was a teenage broncin' buck
the bowling alley down the street really tuned her up
But she knew we'd be out of luck
The day the bowling alley cried.

We started singin,
bye-bye, to bowling scores up so high.
Now my strike ball is a gutter ball
and my spares are denied.
Them other teams are destroying our pride.
Singin', "Team Each Hit bowls like they're sleep deprived."
"Team Each Hit bowls like they're sleep deprived."

Now for four years we've been on our own
but moss grows tired on 6 hours sleep alone.
But that's not how it used to be.
When Team Each Hit called out to the bowling scene,
that help was needed to heal their team,
and salvation came first from Big Country and Harmie.

Oh and while the team was looking 'round,
Mack Attack and Aly Ball came bouncing down.
When the council was adjourned;
a verdict was returned.
And while Pink Shoes still couldn't hit a mark,
the newby quartet practiced until dark,
and Team Each Hit's hopes flew higher than a lark,
the day the alley cried.

We started singin',
bye-bye, to bowling scores up so high.
Now my strike ball is a gutter ball
and my spares are denied.
Them other teams are destroying our pride.
Singin', "Team Each Hit bowls like they're sleep deprived."

Until next time.... Go Each Hit!