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Tuesday, 15 December 2009

The Bowler's Lament

By Ellen Younkins

I seldom have a strike or spare
and when I do, it's really rare.

My average does go up and down
soon I'll be the league's reigning clown.

So I shall laugh and say what the Hell
I'm here for fun and not to dwell.

I don't give a damn about my game
I come for fun and not for fame.

But when I have that one good score
I'll brag about it forever more.


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Fun poem to read from one such bowler many, many years ago….

As a young man who hadn't been farther from home than 200 miles, I was afraid to venture off the Air Station over seas. I spent a lot of time at the bowling alley.

There was a cash prize offered for the highest open bowling score posted by midnight Saturday each week. Several times I eclipsed the posted high score on Saturday evening when most guys were in town partying.

A guy heard my named called by one of my buddies and came to our table in the mess hall. He accused me of taking his money. It got quiet as I proclaimed I didn't know what he was talking about. He said it was the money he was used to getting from the bowling alley for high week score.

I proceeded to tell him he wasn't getting that money anymore. The guys started yelling "Challenge". He told me to have my ... there at 7 o'clock Saturday evening.

Management didn't know what was going on, there were so many people there. After a bit they made everybody get off the lanes except us. I'd never seen this guy bowl before, but he was sure of himself.

He started off with 6 strikes in a row and finished with a score of 242. I was blown away by that performance.

He only lost by 22 pins. Me and my buddies made of lot of money that night.

Thanks for the memory.

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