It's another gray day here in Fort Worth, Texas, and The Albino Bowler and I need a little sunshine in our lives. It can get a bit gloomy here behind the supply cabinet, ya know.
So here goes: 'Bare Nekkid Mainers' enjoy buff bowling.
For a photo, click here ... and don't be alarmed by the small balls --that's just duck pin bowling.
Now that we're all feeling queasy, allow me to introduce ourselves. I'm Rick Press, an online dude here at the Star-Telegram and a former champion junior bowler who, it may seem, is pathetically trying to relive his glory days by wearing pink bowling shirts and boring his co-workers with stories about bowling with Elisha Cuthbert.
And HE is The Albino Bowler, my podmate/action hero/mythical figure who is the true puppetmaster behind this operation. Together, we spend our days picking through the ash can of the internet trying to entertain, amuse and inform you.
There are other Lebowskis here, too, and they may roll a few blog posts at you from time to time. Be gentle with them. They're out of their element.
When the whistle blows, we'll go bowling. But until then, we'll try to fill this space with the kind of quality journalism you've come to expect from blogs. In other words, let the freakshow begin.