During my junior year of high school, we had a pretty good bowling team. We were in the top 3 in our conference, and ended up finishing 14th at the state championship.
At our end-of-year conference tournament, I started out extremely rough--I had a freakin' 116. The lowest score in the house. I was totally out of it, angry, etc. The next game, I had a 170-something. I actually threw very well, but had a Greek Church and some other odd leaves in the middle of the game.
The last game, I throw the front 9. My teammates were joking with me like we normally did. I get up to throw the 10th, and it's oddly quiet........and I noticed that literally the entire house had stopped bowling. All teams, parents and coaches were gathered around our pair. That felt GREAT (yeah, not quite). So, I totally rushed the 10th ball, tugged it, and threw a 2-4-7.....which I had missed twice previously in the first game. Nervous as hell, I did convert and strike on the 12th ball to finish. So, during a series with a near 300, I was nowhere close to throwing a 600.
Moral of the story: Act normal. Ignore all else.
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