This is a story about how I obtained the nickname Four Bagger and it ended with what I would call an exciting display of emotion. Now I'll Tarantino it and tell you how we arrived at this end.
Last Thursday, my friend Leif Dixon was in town. I got a call from my bro-nameth, Mike, telling me we were all going bowling. Because Emi was preoccupied with school tasks, I headed out alone.
Upon arriving at Olympus Bowl, I paid for two games and tried on my shoes. They fit perfectly - as perfectly as rental shoes can. I felt good. I got the first spare of the night. But slowly, things ceased to look good for me. My first game was far from bragable. In fact, my sister-in-law and I tied for last.
The second game was off to a slow start as well. I went three frames with getting robbed by only dropping nine pins. I finally decided it would probably be good to score some strikes because you get more points. So in the fourth frame of the second game I got my first strike of the game. Fifth frame, another strike.
Now, as a side note, I've never in my life bowled a turkey. I've bowled two strikes on multiple occasions, but never three. As I stood up there on the sixth frame I knew I was going to change history, hell, change the world!
I stood, grabbed the nine pound ball and I bowled a turkey! Next frame, I decided to "take it to the edge... and past it!" I made up my mind to get more strikes in a row than ever known to man! Four!
I did it! The screen flashed "Four Bagger" and I knew I had reached the second happiest day of my life. At that moment, I knew world peace had occurred and all mankind was celebrating in my momentous occasion. Through the entire game, I only missed 5 pins! I think the Guinness Book of World Records is updating their books for best job bowling... EVER.