In honor of Twin B and Sneeker moving, I will tell you all a story about a legendary trophy that now lives in my wallet: the B Dollar.
Years ago when I lived in Astoria, I used to wander around the neighborhood looking for bars to go to, restaurants to try out, video stores to rent from, etc. etc. I was in a Blockbuster once, spending the requisite two hours looking for something fun, when I kept thinking I heard people bowling. “Someone must be moving boxes downstairs or something,” I decided, “because there’s no alley around here!” A few months later I was on a wander, and I past the Blockbuster, and then saw a few doors down was an awning with stairs leading down. Down to a bowling alley!!!! I was so excited, as bowling is one of my favorite sports (barely a sport, but I think it counts), and I went down to investigate. Downstairs was a little on the dirty and grungy side - it didn’t look like they had renovated since the 50s. It was PERFECT. Sixteen lanes, a small bar/lounge with a jukebox and a pool table, a little snack bar - they had it all. The prices were ridiculously low - three dollars a game, and maybe a dollar fifty for shoes. I couldn’t wait to come back and bowl. You were still allowed to smoke inside bars and the like at that point, and once we started going, we discovered that if it wasn’t crowded, you could smoke just about anything you liked, and they didn’t notice and/or care.
On one bowling excursion, Big Mike, Twin A, myself, possibly Sneeker, and possibly Twin B were playing and drinking and smoking and having the best time ever. One of us went to buy something, and noticed that their dollar was from the “B” reserve (Federal Reserve, Bank of New York, New York) (Single dollar bills still have this, but the newer 20s and such don’t) - we immediately grabbed it, wrote a huge B over the B, and declared it the B Dollar. Coincidentally, there was a 16 pound ball with huge finger holes that we had at our alley - somebody was trying to use it - and the name etched into it said “B PARK”. It was decided that whoever could throw a strike with B PARK would win the B Dollar. We got to work. It was really hard - I think B PARK actually weighed 18 pounds - between the weight and the huge finger holes, you had pretty much no control over it. But my money making skills when bowling are top-notch (I won $1900 bowling a strike at a Moonlight Bowl years ago), and eventually, I hit the strike. The B Dollar became mine. I shared its glory with Big Mike by taping it to our fridge. Somehow neither of us ever were so desperate for change when ordering Chinese food that we ripped it off to hand it to the delivery guy. It remained there for years, until I moved out, and now it stays in my wallet, right next to the Josh Dollar, which I did not earn in any way - I just found it at some point.
Ask me to see them both, and you too may bask in their glory.