Practicing for the Tournament

Though darkness was falling swiftly in Wyandotte, I knew that my shooting would need much more development if I wanted to win a few games for Sunday. My usual boules partner, Don was over, so we took to the backyard terrain (ballfield) and played a semi-decent game in the semi-light of the evening. Don won 13 to my 5, not a particularly Foyot-level of play on my part, but I was trying more shots off the boule than would normally be performed.