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December 31, 2005

I'm Afraid

...I wouldn't have lasted much longer after my first, less mind THIRD.

PORTAGE, Mich. - A bowler collapsed and died at a bowling alley shortly after rolling the third perfect game of his life.

The more I think about it, ever breaking 200 would have killed me. Lucky thing I didn't have to worry about it.

Posted by tree hugging sister at December 31, 2005 05:43 PM


Yeah, I read that one, too. One guy even said that this would have been his wish.

About bowling: When I was a kid, there were only a handful of people who had ever rolled 300. Someone shot two 300s and a 288 one night in the last league I was in about 15 years ago. The feat of shooting 300 has been considerably cheapened. I’ve never done it but there were 8-10 guys in our league who had.

Posted by: Rob at December 31, 2005 09:01 PM

Oh, and Happy New Year to the Coalition.

Posted by: Rob at December 31, 2005 09:03 PM

Happy New Year to Crab Apple Lane, Rob! Hope you and Patsy have the BEST evening.

We've always been a bowling kind of clan and I've never been present when someone's rolled a 300. How wild. And I'm amazed there's so many! Is it technology?

Posted by: tree hugging sister at December 31, 2005 09:10 PM

Maybe they don't drink as much beer as we do, Sis.


Posted by: Mr. Bingley at December 31, 2005 09:17 PM

Technology is most definitely the culprit and I think bowling alleys like that. High scoring is exciting. Excitement like that is good for business.

Posted by: Rob at December 31, 2005 09:20 PM

Drinking is the natural follow-through of bowling, Mr. Bingley. In fact, the inventor who can drop a long neck right at the release point will make a killing. I was in a men's league that bowled on Thursday night. The tight asses at that alley bowled on Wednesday night.

Posted by: Rob at December 31, 2005 09:26 PM