Today was a try-out game for the new Pennant competition. It is a competition for teams of 4, (Lead, 2nd, 3rd, Skipper). Each player has a different roll. Lead has to roll the jack to the length directed by the skipper, then put 2 bowls down, 1 in front of the jack and 1 behind, hopefully within 12 inches of the jack. (The jack is the small white ball).
I haven’t been playing for long, and I have just changed bowls to a smaller size, so I shouldn’t expect to do too good, but it really annoys me when I do bad. I am still learning things like aiming points and weight control, both of which can be altered by the wind, so there is no guaranteed aiming point or weight, you have to adjust every bowl.
You quickly learn that if you aim at a point and miss by just an inch, the bowl might not turn enough, or turn too much. It really is a game that is under rated. People think that it is an old persons game, but it is for anyone, and really, the younger you start, the more you will understand how your bowls will behave as you get older.
So when I do put down a good shot, I enjoy it, and when that shot holds up against 15 other bowls, I will brag about it, just like this.
I was playing lead, so I was one of the 2 first bowlers out of 8. This was my second bowl and it won the end.
According to the training papers, this was a bad bowl because it was not covering the jack, and it moved the jack for everyone else.
Strangely, although I play bowls, I am not the social type, I am asocial. So when the game has finished I go straight home to Rassilon. I have to leave him at home when I go to play, so he is keen to get out. Most people hang around at the club, but I don’t like crowds or drinking, so why bother? My aim is to play as a single, so I am responsible for winning or losing.
When I got home I let Rassilon out before I even closed the gates, and he had a massive zoomie, but ignored the open gates, and just ran around the back yard. He is getting better and better every day. From running, no leash, up the hall in the hospital to meet the volunteers, to me letting him off his leash after his dinner at the hospital, and him walking to the door to the garden and not just wandering anywhere. But he still wears a leash when walking outside his garden.