Tops out at six foot six, long and thin, perfect frame. His ladies' fingers create exceptional lift. Has a mallow disposition. His real name is Abel Moschus, but you can call him Red. Best in a team situation; he's the glue that holds everyone together, thick as thieves. In individual competition, though, he wilts under high heat, and his guts turn to jelly.
My alter ego on the lanes. ;)
NaPoWriMo day 5 - poem inspired by an heirloom fruit/veg.