Monday, 18 March 2013

Lawn Bowls


We have started a new tradition in my family at Christmas.  We pile in the car and head up to the local bowling alley.  Hannah Grace and Ellis choose their teams, while I keep my fingers crossed that I am not the last one picked.  I stink at bowling. That does not stop my competitive side, though. I desperately want to win. I just don’t provide much help for my team.
The team on the right was the non-winning team.
 
 
That competitive streak stretches all the way here in Australia (so does my lack of talent)! This past weekend, thanks to Janelle Gelaude, we found a new game that we love. Well, it is a love/hate relationship with me! We gathered together for a friendly game of lawn bowls.  The best way to describe lawn bowls is to compare it to Bocce ball. Instead of playing in the sand, though, you play on nicely manicured grass.  Another difference is that you roll the ball as opposed to tossing it like in Bocce ball. Throwing would definitely be frowned upon! The point of the game is to get your ball closest to the smaller white ball.
Once we got the children playing in their “lane”, the competition began amongst the adults. We were divided into two teams: boys vs. girls.  Just like in regular bowling and Bocce ball, I stink.  Perhaps I am not really THAT bad, but Tony is THAT good. He loved to rub it in, too.  The final score ended up being 29 to 1.  Janelle scored our only point.  Besides being irritated that the girls lost, I was also mad that I failed to score a single point! I do believe the girls will skip our next lunch outing and head to the local lawn bowls club!
Here are some pictures from our outing on Saturday:
 
 
Here is Hannah Grace on her first roll.
 
Ellis may have had a little more toss than a roll in his shot.
 
Ellis's team scores a point!
 
Ellis's team wins!
 
The boys talking strategy.
 
Janelle scores our only point.
 
 
Once again, I am on the non-winning team.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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