  Bowling Alley Brawl So I think I mentioned here before about my Monday night trips across the Hudson to my favorite Dominican suburb of NYC, Union City NJ. Union City is the home to urlLink Bowlrite , and it's $1.25 games and Bud Lights. The clientele is usually about 80% Dominican teenager, wearing assorted football, baseball, and or basketball jerseys and gear. One of my favorites this week was Nate "tiny" Archibald All-Star jersey from the early 80's. The are for the most part well behaved, with the exception of when the occassional group of 15 attempts to share one game in the lane next to you... I always end up going straight after work, which sucks cause I always get there in my work clothes, and wish I had worn my Roy Tarpley authentic 2003 Mavericks jersey. A jersey that really makes no sense, because Tarpley never wore their newer dark blue uniforms, but my mom didn't think about that when she decided to get it for me for christmas a couple years ago. That shit is next level... the reverse of the throwback.. and old player in the team's new threads, it blows jersey aficionados' minds whenever i wear it.
So Monday night at Bowlrite it was getting pretty damn crowded around 11:30pm or so, and they made a previously unheard of announcement over the PA system, "If you're not bowling, playing pool, or video games, you must leave! " I didn't think much of it due to the fact that I was on my 7th Bud Light on an empty stomach, which btw resulted in the first time i actually ever felt drunk off Bud Lights.
I noticed the group of slightly too large for their clothes girls jump up and look over us to the right... As soon as I turned my head, I see this guy come flying into a small crowd about 30 feet away all WWE style and clock someone over the head with what at the time i thought was a deep dish pizza pan. It sounded just like the steel chair. THDONK... again... THDONK... some kicking and punching ensues and the next thing you know, half of them scramble, while the other half huddled around two kids. One is obviously stunned and stumbling with an Eric Lindros-style concussion.. he looked like Kurt Warner in the opening game last year where he fumbled 5 times... the other dude emerges holding his face together.
he's a bleeder, but manages a convincing, "I'm alright, I'm alright! " and goes to the bathroom to access the damage and wash the blood... like 20 seconds later, I'm like, "let's bowl" and have the whole alley to myself for that frame. It wasn't until about 15 minutes later, when the 5 NJ State cops showed up, that I realized the steel top of the industrial ashtray/trashcan next to us was missing, and that's what the deep dish steel chair was. 
