I needn't have worried. Both couples were sweet and funny and even cheered me on, despite my horrible bowling skills. Erica and Sean Haeffner were clearly real bowlers, racking up strikes and spares, while my balls crawled down the lane, veering right or left or making a slow hit in the middle, often splitting the pins. I think I was subconsciously thinking about baseball. That's what was holding me back, I'm sure. After all, in baseball, three strikes and you're out.