There's a pretty good story to mine. I was bowling a Sunday sweeper tournament where we bowled 3 games and then the top 1/3 bowled another 3 games, then stepladder finals. I made the cut but my ball (black u-dot) was starting to move too much so I put it in the Luster King. It came out glowing shiny and I thought I was in trouble because I over did it. Then, through some screw up in scheduling we had to move to the other end of the house for the next round, because they had ANOTHER tournament scheduled on the lanes where we were bowling. They had to shove some open bowlers around to make room for us. It turn out lanes where we now had to bowl might not have even been oiled yet because they hooked WAY more and pretty much everyone struggled EXCEPT ME! I had an unbelievable shot with my now shiny U-Dot. I start off spare, strike, spare, 8-10 split and then reel off the next 23 strikes in a row! Across three pair of lanes, too. I was at 17 in a row when I got up in the tenth frame. As I got up for the first shot the guy working behind the counter goes running to the back to fix some problem just as I start my delivery. I step back and wait for him to come back. He doesn't, so I finally throw the first one and it's dead flush. I get up for the next shot and just as I start my delivery, here he comes, running out from the back! Again I reset myself and throw the next one a little wide but I swished out the 5-7. So now it's the twelve shot and guess who decides he needs to run to the back again? That sawed-off little runt from behind the counter! Now I yell out "that little jerk is doing it on purpose!" and he was, too. He was one of those little guys who is pissed at the world because he's short. He always seemed to have a chip on his shoulder. He used to wear shoes with really thick soles so he'd look taller. If he could have screwed up my perfect game it would have somehow made him feel good about himself. Anyway, now I'm sure he is standing back there looking out the peep hole waiting for me to start my approach so he can run out again. So I wait and wait. Finally he comes back. Probably knew I was going to wait as long as it took and he wanted to witness me choking firsthand. Well he didn't get what he wanted because I buried the twelve one in the pocket. I wasn't nervous on the last shot, just determined. It case anyone thinks it was maybe all just coincidence and the guy wasn't really trying to wreck my game, consider this. THEY HAVE PINCHASERS! Since when does the guy behind the counter have to run to the back? I never heard or saw any problems with any of the lanes either and neither did anyone else. Plus everyone around me stopped bowling to watch! So I come to find out that the tournament is not sanctioned so it doesn't count anyway. Several years later I threw my first sanctioned 300 and that game has kind of a crazy story too, but I'll share that another time.
By the way, I don't have anything against short people. My wife is 4-11. This guy was just a jerk.
sprocket