I first learned about the power of weird in the bowling alley (no this is not Big Lebowski fan fiction). I was lining up my toes to the arrows when I saw peripherally a bowler hugging his ball – without his fingers in the hole. Quickly I glanced to see if his lane had the bumpers up – no. Still, I laughed internally (“ball hugger” I snickered). Then twirl, flip, crash and STRIKE! I couldn’t believe it and then I couldn’t take my eyes of it – open-palm bowling. Okay ball hugger, I will keep an open mind about weird shit in the future.