It was the ninth frame and I was well on my way to a throwing a Dutch 200. I threw a strike, to continue on my alternating strike/spare pattern. This is when I started to get nervous…

Next, the tenth frame. I needed a spare and a strike for what I coined “A Windmill Game”. I joked with my team that if I threw a strike, I’d intentionally cross the foul line and go for the spare (effectively meaning I would have to throw 3 strike balls in a row).

The instant I let go of the ball, I knew I was about to get a strike (which hadn’t happened on that lane for the entire game). It was a perfect release, and sure enough, all 10 pins fell down. I looked down at the foul line as my team groaned… but I couldn’t do it. It came down to not being a good sport to intentionally foul. I watched my windmill game go down the tubes with that one strike.

I finished with another strike and a 9, to finish with an evening-high 219. Woohoo. No windmills for me.

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