It’s a streak that has been going on for over 19 years. This streak was longer than the 7 years no throw-up streak that was broken in college, and the subsequent 5 year no throw-up streak after that. This streak meant something, although the importance of it probably matters none. Since the summer of 1990, I have bowled probably over a thousand games. And in each of those game I have successfully bowled over 100. Yesterday, that streak ended. Gone are the days of my 150 average. Gone are the days where 100 was a given score. At my advancing age, my body aches after bowling.
There were a few games where I had to step in the clutch and get a mark in the final frame in order to get my 100 score. But yesterday I got off to a bad start as normally given my rust from bowling only a few times a year. The lane was dry yesterday making it more difficult to find the line I wanted. And when I finally found the line I wanted in the 6th frame, I had a lot to make up. I only have an 89 entering the 10th frame. I need a mark to keep my streak alive. I roll the ball and hit my line thinking I got my strike, only it hooks too much and leaves me a 367 split. My hopes of keeping my streak alive are fading fast. I’ve picked up this split numerous times before back in the day, but those days were long ago.
I attempt to go for my spare and it feels good coming out of my hand. The ball is rolling exactly where it needs to go for the first 45 feet. That last 15 feet, the dry lane shows its ugly head again and I barely miss picking up the split. Final score 98. Streak over.
I haven’t seen such a low score from me in decades; not since I was a little kid. There could be numerous reasons why I scored so low. Dry lane. Invisible arrows on the dark lanes. Not having my own bowling ball. Lack of practice. Regardless, it has come to end.
The streak is now at 1 game and 1 day. Let’s keep it going.
Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes. And thank you for those who came bowling with me. It was fun.