The Weekday One Hundred

I spotted the bowling ball on the other side of the grassy field. A bright red face perched atop a tight blue jersey and rolling swiftly in my direction.

I knew I was in trouble with the old coach. Only question was why?

Was it because one of my questionable whistles had just cost his team the game? Was it because I handed out a well-deserved red card to his star player?

Or maybe it was because he finally found out I’d been dating his daughter for the last three months despite his very vocal objections?

Or… maybe all three?