Between You, Me and the Lamp
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Day 58: Why I chose a condor
for my first tattoo
Yesterday I mentioned that I
would explain why a chose a condor for my first tattoo as a condor is not an
obvious choice. Let’s face it, a condor is an ugly bird, and if young girls are
compared to pretty birds than older women are ugly birds. As such, I’m an ugly
bird.
But there is another reason
why I chose a condor tattoo.
Many years ago, I started
playing ten-pin bowling tournaments. I was not exactly champion material, but I
wasn’t a bad player either. My average was 175 with an occasional 200+ and a
top score of 257.
In tournaments, however, I
went to pieces. All my opponent had to do was give me a dirty look, ignore me,
or say “You’re gonna lose” and my confidence went from 100 to zero in two
seconds flat.
How it happened exactly I
can’t remember, but I came across a picture of a condor. As mentioned earlier
not exactly a pretty bird, but definitely a bird to be feared. And for some
reason, I started to identify with this bird.
From then on, whenever I stood
on the approach, I was no longer Conny, I was ... the condor. Now, at the start
of a tournament, or even just a practice game, I imagined the condor, waiting
to take flight.
As the condor, I might not be the most beautiful bowler, but I
would soar to new heights and I was to be feared.
And it worked. A few years ago, Dieter (a.k.a. Raven) and
I took first place at a Halloween tournament and we took first place in the league.
Dieter and I no longer play league
or tournaments, but we do bowl every Saturday morning. We have a mini-competition going, just for the fun of it. Do I beat him? ... hardly, he’s way better than me. He’s got
a 200 average while I only have a 175 average. But occasionally, I do manage to
snatch a game from him or manage to come close.
To learn more about the
condor and see some great photos.
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