At the bowling center where my league competes on Tuesday mornings, they congratulate anyone who bowls over 200, announcing the feat over the loudspeaker. So far, my high score has been only 148, but I confess I aspire to the honor of hearing my name called.
Part of what I like about the sport is that every game is another opportunity to hit a new milestone, and I am always optimistic that I might do it, at least through the first few frames. I had a pretty good start to my first game today: two strikes followed by two spares, and I ended up with a respectable 145. Coincidentally, a player on our league bowled 212 in that same round, and we all cheered when her name was called. Bowling can be mercurial, though, because the next round she only bowled 125.
My scores also steadily declined as the morning rolled on, but it's hard to get too upset, especially when there's always another game and another chance next week.
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