As a tradition, the Ward family and friends go bowling the week before Thanksgiving. The kids talk about it all year and have a great time every time we go.
Each year our group just about puts the employees in the looney bin with all the kids running around, dropping balls, running down the lanes, etc. I am always shocked that there are no major injuries with the number of seven and eight pounds bowling balls being dropped on the floor. Usually the night begins with the kids being very interested in bowling with a fixation on the ball return. Of course the bumpers are put up on the lanes for the kids. That transitions into more general mayhem with little bodies running all over the place. We have usually worn out our welcome by the time we finish our first game, which is usually about the right amount of time for our group. This night of bowling usually constitutes my only bowling experience of the year. Because of this, the kids with their bumpers usually score higher then Jennifer and I, embarrassing I know. They love to rub that fact in our faces the rest of the night.
The night always ends with Pizza. The general mayhem that exists at the bowling alley carries over to the pizza parlor until the pizza arrives and the calm ensues. Ahhh peace and pizza.