That's it in a nutshell tenpinspro. Merk and I used to tear things up in the worst way. We'd act all drunk and then bowl suckers for some big money. Merk was really a great player and commands respect on the lanes. As for me, well I've only got one word for you: Barbiturates. Had I just taken his advice and stuck with only scotch, I'd have a ball named after me too. I bet it would have been called The Big Ern or maybe even The Crack. I miss Merk to this day and wish he'd return my calls. If he does, I'm gonna hit him up for the food stamps he owes me from back in the day when we were on the road, starving with no place to sleep. This one time, he dressed up like a woman and, well, you can just about imagine what happened. Let's just say that he made enough money that evening to pay for a room at the Dew-Drop Inn. Those were the days!
