Thu 29 May 2008
Well, first I would like to say welcome back to writing a post to myself. That was one of the longest hiatus of my life. Of course, now my wife blogs about our family and does it soooo much better than I ever would. Dolezal Blog.
Anyway, I digress to why I am posting again. Many of you that know both Ben and myself don’t know that we actually use to bowl in a youth league as kids. Ben was much better than me! He even made it to Bantam state tournaments. I wasn’t bad, but nothing special. Tragically, for both of us we were forced to retire at the age of 14 for health reasons. The reasons were inhaling enough second hand smoke in the 2 plus hours of bowling each week to put a spot on my lung. (No I really don’t have a spot on my lung) All through high school we would go out to the smoke-free bowling alley on KSU campus with our friends who had not bowled before. We made a pack to never let any of these novice bowlers beat us. Week after week the pressure mounted as our friends would slowly improve and get closer and closer.
Until one time when both Ben and I were bowling with friends. The pressure was at its highest. I had a bad ball, a slick lane, and a tired arm, simply put I was off my game. When I bowl I am normally good for 160 or higher, but this time I was flirting with a 130!! This put me in the range to be beat. Luckily for the Dolezal Brothers, we had Ben bringing his B game and coming away with a edge over one of our friends who bowled a 165(I believe still his all-time high) and Ben put up a 172 or so to keep our streak alive.
On Wednesday May 21st, 2008 the streak was once again put on the line. This time I had been invited to play by our Bishop with the church youth group in Wamego, KS. Now; none of the youth scared me for hurting the streak, but the Bishop and both young men advisor’s worried me a little. I played it cool not letting any one know of the streak or that I had bowled as a youth. There was one of the advisor’s who bowled in a league, has his own shoes, and three balls. With all that knowledge I know that I could allow myself to lose to this guy. He doesn’t fit the profile of the STREAK credentials.
I started off a little rough with only knocking down 6 pins on my first roll. Then only getting 2 more for an 8. He of course, got a strike, than a spare. Well, I only managed a 17 after 2 frames. Progress was being shown by me. I liked the ball I was using and I was starting to find my form with each frame. The breakthrough came in the third when I got 9 pins down on the first roll and picked up the spare in the third frame. The fourth frame was the same, now I am feeling pretty good I can get a 160 here and be respectable without letting anyone else beat me. Then the miracle happened.
In the fifth frame, I hit the rhythm I had been searching for. STRIKE! Then the sixth frame came, and STRIKE again! Now I am feeling it. As I go to roll my ball in the 7th frame, one of the kids says you can’t get three in a row…..BAM STRIKE! Now I just got a turkey. I am in the zone now. Come up on the 8th frame still focused and thinking only about letting the ball do all the work. Then I throw it like I had thrown the three balls before as the ball heads down the lane for another…STRIKE! Four in a row, now people are noticing my bowling and not the other guy bowling anymore. I was flying so high I forgot it was now the 9th frame. Any good bowler knows you don’t want to leave an open frame in the 9th frame. I let the pressure build…Could I really get 5 in a row? I wondered. NOPE! Gutter ball, I pulled the ball too hard. No worries, I can get all 10 down on the next roll, maybe? Only 9 with the 10 pin wabbling. Now we are sitting with a 164 and only the 10 frame left. I can relax again, no one is watching me bowl anymore. With the tenth frame all to my self, I hit the first strike. Bonus, two more rolls now.. Second strike down, with one last roll to go. At best I am looking at a 194 my all time high. I roll the last ball knocking down only 6 for a 190 game.
Meanwhile, the competition has fallen off, he can only muster a 175. This is a victory for the Dolezal Brothers Pride Streak. And with that I pass the bowling ball over to my brother for the next time. I am hanging up my bowling shoes for another 5 years!