The ninth week of Spring 2026 did not simply unfold—it detonated across the lanes like a perfectly placed strike in a championship frame. But let me set the scene, darlings: nearly a third of the league was absent—vanished, missing, presumably off on wildly questionable side quests—leaving behind a haunting chorus of… breathing. Yes, breathing. In fact, it got so eerily quiet that Most Valuable Bowler Tim Deddens himself reportedly had to ask for the music to be turned up because he was annoyed by the sounds all the lungs were making. And honestly? I get it. I didn't enjoy listening to you people breathing either. For the love of god: stop breathing, dammit!
Night of the Living Blinds
On March - 24 - 2026ADD COMMENTS
St. Patrick’s at St. John’s
On March - 17 - 2026ADD COMMENTS
AAAIIIIIOOOOOOEEEEEEIIII!!!! —hear me, ye doomed souls of the lanes! I am the banshee, keening through the gutters and echoing off the pins, my cry a warning carried on a bitter Irish wind! I have seen the future writ in fallen timber and shattered hopes, and it chills the marrow of even the bravest bowler. 
We are now halfway through the Spring 2026 season, and the sands of time slip fast as ale through careless fingers. One team clawed its way upward like a spirit escaping the grave, while another tumbled into despair as if dragged by unseen hands. I shriek still for the feats of mortals: JoAnne Barber claimed the women’s high game (136) and series (362), while Ian Estey unleashed a storm of fury with a 244 game and a fearsome 663 series—the very cry of destiny itself! Come closer, if ye dare, and heed the tale… but steel yer heart, for not all who read escape unchanged… and when ye’ve gathered yer courage, cast yer gaze upon this week's bingo results before the darkness claims ye!
Marks of The Beast
On March - 10 - 2026ADD COMMENTS
A stagnated seventh week of Spring 2026 unfolded beneath a sky that seemed determined to rehearse the end of days. Lightning tore across the clouds like celestial claws, hail battered the pavement with the enthusiasm of an Old Testament plague, and for a brief, delicious moment the storm severed the bowling center’s internet connection, leaving the electronic scoreboards blinking and sputtering like frightened witnesses.
Triple Sweep
On March - 3 - 2026ADD COMMENTS
The sixth week of Spring 2026 came roaring down the lanes with the subtlety of a bowling ball launched from a trebuchet. Three matches were contested and — astonishingly — all three ended in clean sweeps. That’s right, not one, not two, but three full broom jobs across the house. I’m Alotta Tenpin, your sideline reporter for the evening, delivering the action with notebook in hand and enthusiasm set somewhere between “sports broadcast” and “roller coaster operator.”
