Sports Show Review, PBA Bowling- “PBA Tour Finals Championship” From Allen Park, Mich. (6/19/18)

Sports Show Review, PBA Bowling- “PBA Tour Finals Championship”

From Allen Park, Mich.  (6/19/18)

Hi!  I’m Monday Tuesday Wednesday, let me come and help you observe things less enough to know me greatly.  Here we’ve got 2 match collections of bowling in one episode where athletes bowl with reliance on energy, comfort, and stigma for a general conduct on strikes and spares.  There’s a lot to be concerned about!  Machines are laid down all over the arena where the bowling strikes fancy with the audience, including athletes and inconsistent doers, as whereupon futures bring in divisions over change between the ongoing competitors at swings and tosses.  Nobody around there in Allen Park forgets to crack the egg and eat the chicken.  Often there’s food, often there’s numbers, but people seem to be enjoying their disinterest around a gym-like place for the crittering players, over the edge and through the woods of time among their spleens and conundrums out of their kissed trophies in liquidation.  Pardon me for being so excusable until my teeth allow my patience on weight and importance.  So much goes on here.  Exchanges are made by the uniform-clad players between balls of different textures, some of which require heavier throws near the pins with loopy red stripes, as sweat gets into their hands from bodily function and more elbow grease is put in.  Don’t forget about the pins whatever you do.  Information from a founding leader of PBA is passed onto the players while they’re excused for pardoning the rest into so much action against time and money; discounts have left me with Spectrum cable on this stuff.  Usually it feels good when I’m rich enough to be so poor.  However the athletes pull their own strings in confrontation of gravity depends on the sports factors: like energy, like comfort, and like stigma, all due to pressure and forced excitement on their whereabouts in confused abilities.  Fellows who wish to pursue bowling need to accommodate on their energy and timing along the pin-lines through maintenance since action over the somewhat-random play may leave you with juicier hands.  We’ll become a candle by eating the wrong cake.  Statements within these lines make me look silly and loony; maybe I am.  But who can bare to have any more sense on the confusion?  Personally, I like rings such as the one the bowling followers rest upon in sheer motion and privilege for knowledge rather than exact notions, as the air itself melts nothing on them let alone burns something on them.  Excitement is in the air for me.  I’ll let readers figure out what my sarcasms are from being so clueless about words in front of their computers and phones, especially with all the calls and texts made in absence of changing intelligence.  Okay, maybe I’m pulling your leg here.  From the looks of things my metaphors let me become confused enough to acknowledge my ignorance, like poetry and philosophy combined into one truth of which I state more trash to get recycling done.  Call this gossip. 

https://youtu.be/1Xxnu_wL25k