Friday night, the executives of University Gulleys (as we're now calling it) went for a night out bowling. From Pavilion to the Beachfront and finally to Gateway, most of us were first timers at the ruthless and dangerous sport. Emotions were high as evil gutters lured unsuspecting victims' balls to it's infinite abyss. But, as you can see, I (the second K) was victorious even after sustaining a serious ankle injury which left me limp for five rounds. But, nonetheless, it would not have been done without the support ("Miss! Miss! Miss!") of my fellow compadres.