Bocce, A Photo Essay
On Saturday, Will and I attended a bocce ball birthday bash for two friends. The goal of bocce, if you have never played, is to throw a heavy little ball toward a smaller white ball. And that is all. Simple? Yes. But do you see the little white ball anywhere near my heavy red ball?
No. Despite my excellent form, I was quite horrible at the game. Who cares if you win as long as you look good playing:
It is no surprise that we ended up in the loser's bracket, also known as the weasel division:
Will does not like to lose:
The End. Unless you want to see more.
oooh, bocce is one of my summer faves, and you *do* have good form!
Posted by: PLD | July 10, 2006 at 04:11 AM
At least you had a good time right?
Posted by: Benji | July 10, 2006 at 07:07 AM
I know how competitive Will is, so his "sad face" doesn’t surprise me! But I would have to agree with you – you looked cute playing, and that’s all that matters. :)
(I can say that because I am NOT GOOD at sports. At least I admit it.)
Posted by: Zandria | July 10, 2006 at 07:23 AM
Man, I haven't played bocce since I was a kid and we had a set at the house. Of course, I never looked particularly good playing...but those were the awkward years.
Posted by: Kerry | July 10, 2006 at 07:45 AM
We love playing this game - that is until Ryan decides it's fun to play in the park and throw the yellow ball (white in your case) so far that it's absolutely impossible for the girls to get close...I think there's a limit to how far the ball can be thrown, but he doesn't believe me.
Posted by: Laura | July 10, 2006 at 05:24 PM