I know, I know, I am neglecting my duties here. I have a few different bits of pressure on me lately, some of which I can’t go into, but I will say that I got a little cold, along with a lot of experience, during my trip to San Francisco last week, so I don’t have all the energy to put into writing something good. Or even something, really — you readers know I don’t always even shoot for “good” on this site anyway.

I guess the most momentous thing that has happened to me lately is that I won my bowling league. Well I didn’t win — we did. Two other nice folks and I (who had never met before — we got teamed up together at the start of the league about three months ago) somehow picked up the most points in the league overall, and so earlier this week we were awarded the biggest trophies they had, along with a little magnet that says “USBC league champion.” We did this mostly by having a great handicap — I’m not sure how exactly a handicap makes the game fair, but the way it works is that you’re awarded a number of extra points per week depending on your average, so that lower scoring players are evened out with those who have more experience. My math is terrible, but I guess we were the lowest scoring players of all, so we won.

No, I’m joking, we did pretty well. But most of our victories were simply victories against our average, not actually victories against the other teams. On the last week, we had to win only one point, and on the last of three games that night, I just happened to score 30 points above my average, securing us the victory. It was fun to win, but my biggest worry was actually not celebrating all that much — the other team bowled really well, and we only beat them because of our handicaps.

But just as I didn’t want to be a poor sport by celebrating too much, I also didn’t want to be a poor sport by refusing a victory, so I took the trophy home. It’s quite an accomplishment for me — as I twittered last week, I don’t think I’ve ever actually won at anything even remotely athletic. I’ve competed and accomplished things requiring physical prowess before (and now that I think about it, I guess I’ve contributed to team victories). But winning? Not usually my thing.

And apparently it didn’t appeal to me too much — after much deliberation, I finally told our league organizer and my teammates this past week that I wouldn’t be back during the next bowling league season. I joke about retiring as all-time champion (and certainly it’s probably more fun, if not very sporting, to go out on a win), but really I just want to try something else. Sure, I joined the bowling league to meet people, and I did meet a lot of nice people, but really I just joined a bowling league because I’d never joined a bowling league before. And now, I have — next season wouldn’t be quite as original.

I’d rather do something else — I’m thinking that I’ll take a class of some kind, either an improv or acting class, or a cooking class. I’ve been meaning to learn about wines for a while, maybe I’ll do that.

Maybe I’ll even win a trophy.