If you bowl at this league, you might not own a driver's license.  Ergo, you walk from the Port Jefferson train station and make the usual stops:
Port Jeff beverage for a nice cold one.

Port Jeff Shell, for a nice cold one.

Echo arms adult home,  to meet some nice older women, with no teeth.

A stern reminder, that bowling is your life and you must spend you summer indoors.

 

And inside the alley, here's David reminding us of the importance of summer bowling.

 

And Robert, laughing at the fact the he has signed up for summer bowling months in advance.

 

Tweety bird, because the tweety is the god of bowling and Denise loves Tweety.

 

Survelaince cams, because bowling alleys are crime ridden hell holes; incubators of evil.
 
 

David E., anticipating children's night, when he can frolic amongst the youngsters. (especially the 12-16  year old size 3 girliees,  wink wink)

Don't worry dave, I'll change that soon.
 

Mr. Blume, pickin his nose as usual.

 

But who could blame him, a dismal 72.

 

Action photos:

Sponge bob is a cranking mother fucker.

We're so happy to in this league.

 

The best priest in world, Father Saint Gerard.

 

And to close out, some unsavory bowlers.

No offense Randy, I'm not grouping you with the houligan's depicted above you. You are the man.