Anyone who knew me during my bowling years would believe that I had an extremely aggressive personality. But, could it have gone all the way up to physically assaulting a bowling opponent of mine as more than a few contended? Only a couple said that I didn't do it purposely. When authorities arrived on the scene, I convinced them that I attempted to give my opponent, in graciously conceding defeat, a "high-five" for striking out under pressure in the tenth frame. I claimed that we both missed connecting hands, and that the hit was purely accidental.
So, no actual proof of assault could be provided. Had I possibly slipped past another senseless encounter of mine where my temper got the best of me? In my defense, all along, I have clearly stated that, "I do not, 'bitch-slap' people. That, If I'm going to hit someone, it shall be with the full-force of my two fists!"
But, it was true my opponent was knocked out like a light . I did think the whole incident was funny. My bowling opponent that day was the only man I ever knew to go down and out from being slapped. What a "puss"! My team was about to lose their ninth straight game in a row. At the end of the season, I was presented with the "Super Toilet Bowl Sportsmanship Award". I accepted the award just so I could "flip-off" all the other members of this bowling league. That included my under-achieving teammates.
So, there was no one more aggressive than me on the lanes. I celebrated and showboated when winning, and certainly expressed a deep seeded anger when I was not. Most times, I just got in my opponents faces, many times taunting them, and making fun of anything that I thought would distract or upset them from their game focus.
Still bowling, several years later, in this one particular tournament I was not fairing very well. I couldn't get a strike to save my soul, even though the first six frames as a left-hander I was solid in the pocket. I left the seven pin each time. I missed five of six spare attempts. That was it. I exploded. I kicked the foul light and the lid to the light cover went flying down the lanes. The heel to my bowling shoe also went soaring into the air about six lanes down from me. I saw a bowling ball hit my displaced heel on the lane and the ball then veered off into the gutter. I was laughing until I realized the bowler who threw that ball was shooting for his tenth consecutive strike in a row. He was upset. Approaching me, I saw this man was hugely muscular. That smile came off my face real quick. The rules do not constitute a reshoot of any obstacle in front of a bowler. I begged the tournament director to please, please make an exception in this case. The big guy was ultimately given a reshoot and went on to bowl a perfect 300 game. This was probably the only reason he did not strangle me into a fine powder. At the awards ceremony, I was presented a trophy with that same heel mounted on it that said, "Bowler Most Likely To Come Unglued".
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