, 46, works at Home Depot. On Monday nights at the Parkville Lanes, he's the ace of the Bowling Stones. Wright has the second highest average in the league, and his presence in the alley has a rightness about it, like a lion in the Serengeti. His hairless head and razor-thin physique, accentuated by blazing red bowling shoes and jarring yoga pants, combine with his dervishian delivery, making him look as if he's stepped out of a Midnight Oil video. Wright grips the duckpin ball-sized somewhere between a grapefruit and a cantaloupe-in his right hand, pauses, then torques his body violently to the left. His syncopated delivery is a series of seemingly unrelated maneuvers with a complete lack of simultaneity. His arm whips back and twists down at the elbow as he shuffle-steps once then explodes forward, drops low, and rockets the spheroid projectile pinward like an inverted Roger Clemens heater. The whole place seems then to hang motionless around Wright's shoulders save for the bowling ball, hurtling forward, rotating counterclockwise, one, two, three revolutions than kablow-strike!