Week 2: Meet the Fockers

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Welcome Back Bowling Fans!!!

In Week 2 Team Each hit had the horrible misfortune of bowling Meet the Fockers and their bowling prodigy Little Jack. The talk across the lanes was that this team had even trained their cat Jinxy to bowl... and if the family pet can bowl, you know there's gonna be trouble.

Team Each Hit watched closely as Meet the Fockers and Little Jack warmed up, sizing up the competition with every practice ball thrown. At the end of the practice period, Double Bagger felt confident, she felt no fear of the opponent. She excitedly explained to the team, I'm saying that I have seen that kid eat at least 15 boogers since he's been here and I've got news for you, prodigies don't eat there own boogers. So there is still hope we can pull out a victory!!

Unfortunately that hope was short lived as Meet the Fockers and Little Jack easily took down Team Each Hit in game one. Seeing that his team was shaken, The House decided to try and give a motivational speech and really pump up the team. He cleared his throat and began: "Team, a man reaches a certain age when he realizes what's truly important. Do you know what that is? His legacy." His bowling legacy to be exact. So let's beat these Fockers!! And Team Each Hit responded, bowling much better than in Game one, but still not good enough to take down the Fockers.

At the conclusion of Game 2, the Fockers asked that Team Each Hit keep an eye on Little Jack for a moment while they go pick up their pizza. And when they were gone tragedy struck. As Team Each Hit prepared to do a team waterfall to boost morale, Little Jack began to cry. Seeing that he was upset that his team had left him to go get pizza, Tummy went over and put his arm around the little guy. He asked what it would take to get him to calm down long enough for us to finish our drinking ritual. When an agreement was made, the team went back to their drinking not noticing the mischief Little Jack was getting into. When the Fockers returned, they were aghast and demanded to know what happened. As Team Each Hit sat there with their jaws gaping, Tummy stood up and began to explain. I am not going to make any excuses. Yes, Little Jack wouldn't stop crying so I gave him some hugs and I let him watch TV... when I looked back... he had put on Scarface and he glued his hands to the rum bottle. Okay? That's it. The Fockers were furious, and began scrambling to find a replacement for Little Jack in Game 3. But when the league refused to allow a cat to bowl, the Fockers were screwed. But even with the obvious advantage, Team Each Hit still only managed to win by the smallest of margins.

The Game 3 victory was bittersweet, as the feeling of disgust over the 5 points lost overpowered the feeling of relief for the two points they won. So being the good sports that they are, they slowly got up to shake hands with their formidable opponents. But as they outstretched their hands Meet the Fockers simply yelled, "Focker Out!" as they ran out the doors an onto their bus.

Go Each Hit!!
Captain Pink Shoes