The Regular

Did you just ask me if I play?

My young friend, I've been coming to this particular Leon's Bowl-A-Rama: Arcade and Mini-Golf  for the better part of twenty years now and it ain't for the best hamburger in town, as voted on by the chamber of commerce six years running.

My best guess is I've probably played over 5000 games in that time period and to my memory, never lost a one.  I'll let that sink in. 
That means over 5000 men have stepped up and I've sat 'em all right back down. Actually, I guess it's been more or less ten or twelve of the locals that I've played multiple times over the years...some of the high schoolers stop by after P.E., and then I play against myself quite a bit, also.
Anyway, point being, I'm never more alive than when I'm eyeballing the blocking gate from between the bumpers, pinning that ball between my flipper and the bottom of the inlane and just holding it captive while I plan my next move and send it flying toward the backbox. What a rush! That's what brings me back here day after day.  That's what makes sense in this crazy, mixed-up, upside down world we live in these days. That's my reality and what I hold most dear on this whole earth.
So when you ask me if I want to play a game, I'll give you the same answer I give anyonethat fate brings across my path...I have no choice.

Oh, wait.  You meant darts?

Sorry, I thought you were pointing at the pinball machine.  Boy, that must have seemed like a long monologue from your point of view, huh.  Nope, sorry.  Don't play darts, but thanks anyway. Took a dart to the eye once.

This Vodka Cranberry is kickin' my butt tonight.