Time for a practice singles match against my mate Tony. Perfect evening. Warm and bright, not a soul around. The sunny feeling soon erodes away. In trouble right from the start, dropping two and then three. Never recover.
Whereas I'm averaging just over one per winning end, Tony is averaging two. He wins eleven ends to my nine. So I should have lost the game by two, three, maybe even four bowls. Certainly not ten!
Whereas I'm averaging just over one per winning end, Tony is averaging two. He wins eleven ends to my nine. So I should have lost the game by two, three, maybe even four bowls. Certainly not ten!
All about consistency. No use me getting the odd bowl close up to the jack. At most I'll win one. Not even that if knocked out. Just got to get two or three bowls close.
So the count is now eleven singles matches played, eleven singles matches lost. ~:o(((
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