It was a good battle where I shot out in front courtesy of a couple of lucky breaks on crossover strikes. TP battled her already tired knee (we had already bowled about 8 games by that point) to put shots in the pocket to cool down my lucky hot streak.
It came down to the wire. The crowd grew silent as I took the approach for my first shot in the 10th. Building on a pocket strike in the 9th frame, I had the opportunity to shut my opponent out. Shuffling to plant at the line, the onlookers groaned as I went through the beak, leaving the 2-7. Laughter then erupted as my conversion attempt found the left channel at the arrows.
Even so, the ThongPrincess (tm) needed to fill the 10th frame with good count to take me down. You could cut the tension in the air with a 19 inch titanium chainsaw as TP took the lane. She took a couple of extra seconds and delivered a blistering stroke that found the high pocket area, leaving her (if I remember correctly - I couldn't bear to watch as tears of frustration stung my eyes) a 6-10. Calmly, almost as if to say "take this, you overrated buffoon" she threw a dead-eyed pea and ran down the spare.
The crowd went wild.
Next came the fill ball. TP needed 7 pins to tie, 8 or more pins to join the annals of glory and the elite (hahaha) group of bowlers to defeat me in head to head scratch competition. With nerves of granite and the determination of a stalking cougar, she took to the approach and lined up her shot. The delivery and execution were smooth and unhurried, the ball arcing a smooth line to the hole .... X X X X X X X
Oh the agony of defeat!
or something like that
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J.J. "Waterola Kid" Anderson, the bLowling King :
Kill the back rowEdited on 7/28/2008 8:44 AM
