No, not Hillary versus Obama. Obam versus the bowling lanes
Mr. Obama picked up a ball, cued up all confident-like, and sent the thing into the gutter. “We’re just warming up,” Mr. Obama assured himself, maybe.
So it rolled, one desultory frame after another. Rox hit spare upon spare; Mr. Obama knocked a few pins here and there and announced that his goal was to beat Mr. Casey. “I can’t beat Roxanne,” he said.
Mr. Obama, it turns out, was a weak centrist. His balls rolled down the center of the lane, but much too slowly to knock over more than a half dozen or so pins. “You notice I’m getting better?” he asked.
The Times fails to note his score. Thirty-freaking-seven. (!)
Look I'm not a great bowler; I never really learned to curve the ball, but even in my first game, I got a 55, and the main reason I remember that is because I've never done as poorly as that again.
And Obama is supposed to be an athlete? That's ridiculous. We all remember John Kerry's absurd attempts
to look like somebody who didn't get picked last in every team sport he ever played. Is Obama going to groove one across the plate at Yankee?