Hey all,
Not looking to brag, but I shot 300 Tuesday night. The funny thing about it was the twelfth ball. My friend came up with a poem to commemorate the occasion.
Here it goes:
First eleven strikes were nice and neat.
Ball number twelve almost went right through the beak.
The arms felt weak and the ball very heavy,
I threw the last one,
Just like a lefty.
HE HE HE HE HE!!!!!
It is true, the last one was brooklyn. The house gives out jackets for your first honor score of the year. I put the name Brooklyn on this one.
Any other additions or new poems for funny occurrences we can come up with. Thought it might be funny to hear something.
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Who needs a 300 or 800, when I have a 294 and a 295!?!?!