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by Just got back from Wednesday Night Bowling League. Tonight was week 10, the first position night of the season (first place plays second, etc.) My team was playing the most hated team in the league. They've been a nemesis for years. Rude, always late, slow bowlers, they've had the audacity to take smoke breaks to the bar mid-game. And going into tonight, we were tied with them for first place.
Game one- we do ok, I'm six pins over average, not great but not bad. They however won by 28 pins.
Game two - we do better, and win by 15 pins. So we're game tied 1-1, with our opponents having +13 total pinfall to their advantage.
Game three - I'm REALLY stinking it up... I mean to the tune of I have a total of 68 in the 8th frame. I can't do anything right and it's really gotten to me and I'm very disappointed and just ready to get the night over with and go home and read the Cafe and try to forget about my evening. Plus I'd thrown enough bad balls to have the equivalent of Indian burn on my thumb. Going into the 9th, we were down 30+ pins with them having three strikes riding and it was looking like we'd get 2 out of 8 points for the night and the nemesis team would take a 6 point lead on us.
Ninth frame of the third game - lead-off bowler Beth closes with a spare. I'm more than ready to finish the game but take the usual time to focus my setup and I bowl the heretofore elusive strike. I figure too little, too late, and I'll probably waste it come the tenth anyways. Hilary follows with an open frame, and our fourth,Troy, closes with a spare.
Enter the tenth. We're down 30+ pins, and have to make up 13+1 to get total pinfall points. Beth, our lead off, throws a split and doesn't get a third ball. Enter me, depressed, and mostly wanting to go home. Coming in on a strike in the 9th, I figure if I can just keep the darn thing out of the gutter I"ll have done ok considering the game I was having. With nothing to lose, deep breath, clear mind, focused stance, and roll... Strike! Two in a row. As I step back for the other lane to bowl, one of the opposition's hot wives comes up behind me, wraps arms around and starts to rub and grind to throw me off. Opponent throws a split. Viva! My turn again. I do my usual wiggle foot on the dot I line up with, crouch into position, and release... Strike!! That's a Turkey!! And almost enough to take the heat off our final two bowlers. The hot wife again, grinding nicely but not distracting this piece of focused manhood. Time for the final ball: I take my set; drop into stance; and roll... Strike! Four in a row! My score had jumped from 68 in the 8th to 98 in the 9th to 128 in the 10th (still pretty low). But it was more than enough for us to pluck the game points and pinfall points from them, and instead of falling behind by 6 points in the league, we solidify our hold on first place by 6 points, and we send them packing.
My lesson learned: don't give up, especially when you're trying to $#@% a team you don't like.
