Strike of Glory

I strode into the community game annex and spotted a row of polished wooden bowling pins standing in formation across the linoleum! Right by my boots lay a heavy, shiny chrome bocce ball, resting totally unrolled. A tournament grid simply cannot sit dormant at noon! Bounding onto an upturned wooden scorepad block for maximum leverage, I threw my weight behind both hands and shoved that gleaming sphere with champion vigor. Rrrumble-clack! It barrelled straight down the center plank, scattering the mini wooden pins in an explosive, clattering flurry! Ha-ha! Pure midday tabletop majesty!