Nobody Claps for a Spare
You’ve seen it happen. Someone at the top of the leaderboard, bowling out of their mind. Strike after strike after strike. The kind of game that makes the whole building stop and watch. And then they leave one pin standing. A simple spare. The kind they’ve...
The Man in the Stands
The red light blinked on. It always did. Long before iPhones turned every parent into a director, my dad stood in the bleachers with a camcorder pressed to his eye. Tournaments. Practice. Random Tuesday nights when the rest of the world had already gone to bed. He...
Some Lessons Are Taught. The Best Ones Are Caught.
No one ever sat me down and explained it. I just watched. And somewhere along the way, I caught it. The lesson was never spoken out loud. It went something like this: There will be more hard days than perfect ones. But the perfect ones are built from the hard ones....
They Saw Me Before I Could See Myself
There’s a man standing on the guttercap. He’s pointing at the second arrow. Not saying much. Just pointing, over and over, until my eyes finally learned to live there instead of chasing the pins forty feet away. That was Dave Ladd. My first bantam coach....
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