I could be a trophy hubby. I have the body of an elite athlete…that of a pro bowler.

300” to be less about fighting, and more about bowling. At least they could have had the Spartans wear bowling shoes.

I bowl with cannonballs, because this is war, 1863 style. I could probably bowl a perfect 300 game using only half the deaths at Gettysburg.

You will know my power when you feel me compress you into a ball and bowl with you. I make love like I just rented these fabulous shoes.

An upside down umbrella is a soup bowl. The next time it’s raining dinner, I’ll be there, and I’ll bring an extra spoon for you.

This is the place to see the stars – Hollywood Bowl.

I never feel more useful than when I’m making my kids a bowl of soup.

Even in past years, when I wasn’t in the Super Bowl, I wished I was.

No, I am a crier and if people ever saw me privately they would be shocked at what a bowl of mush I am underneath it all.

I put a bowling ball in a football helmet, because safety first. I got a score the bowling alley had never seen before. The didn’t see it because it was an invisible 0.

Every morning the first thing I do is serve my husband a bowl full of praises. More then his stomach I try to keep his ego full.

When I’m feeling down, I make myself a big bowl of Up Soup. The bowl only looks empty, but in reality it’s full of hope. Grab a spoon, there’s plenty for both of us.

Life is just a bowl of pits.

What the Super Bowl did for us was give us a sense of urgency.