After watching part of the Twins game, in which they beat Chicago to move 15.5 games ahead, Molly, Jonathan, and I went bowling. It was... well... one of those nights. I bowled quite poorly the first two games, rolling a 129 and a 102, and Jonathan won both of them. I bowled better (but far from spectacular) the next two games, rolled a 150 in each, and won them both. Of course, even though I'd have been happy leaving it at a tie (as my arm was killing me), Jonathan insisted we bowl one more to declare a winner. Okay, fine. 2 frames in and he was already kicking my ass when he disappeared. He came back with a couple of Grain Belts, handed one to me, and then he stepped back up and continued kicking ass. By the time the smoke had cleared and the carnage was left in view, I had rolled a 139, but Jonathan had rolled a personal high of 223. Now how the hell was I supposed to compete with that? We figure we might have to make a point of bowling next week, as it's my turn (after Molly a few weeks ago and Jonathan last night) to roll my personal high. Of course, I haven't rolled anything near a 214 since early last fall.

After returning home, I turned on The History Channel, and they were showing a repeat broadcast of "Punishment." I wish I'd have been taping it, because it was the best show ever! It was even better than "The Wonderful World of Dung." There were so many pictures and descriptions of torture and this really great guy telling about it so raw and dry that you'd swear the guy spends his freetime working as the straightman in a comedy pairing. It was just awesome.