I honestly have to say, I've been the "tool" guy before, and when you are, you don't realize that's what you are.
At some point, I came to my senses though, and came to realize bowling was no longer the fun thing it used to be. It was a very serious thing, more like having a job than having a good time doing something I liked. At this point, bowling pretty much sucked for me, and I probably made it suck for quite a few others. I was real good, but also a real big a**hat as well.
Then, one day, I got tired. Tired of all the work, tired of all the practice, but mostly tired of all the other a**hats I had to deal with, and that's when I realized I had become one as well.
My attitude changed after that. The name shirts I had, that I had been so proud of, became goodwill donations. The closet full of old bowling balls became donations to the junior league bowlers here, and I pared down what I carried to league with me to a 3 ball roller.
In the ensuing ten years since, I have fallen back in love with bowling again. No, I'm not nearly as good as I was when I was bowling 50-75 games a week, but now bowling is fun again. I bowl one league a week, practice every once in a while, and look forward to getting to go.
And, just like the ex smoker who now hates cigarettes, I now detest "elite" bowlers who drag in two six ball rollers, flash their logo jerseys, and point out scoring errors made 5 lanes away from them, all on a supposed "fun only" league, all in the name of the "sport".
I lost sight of why I started bowling to begin with. It became something bigger in my mind than it actually was, and I got caught up in the show. I thought I was really somebody. 🙄