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Bowler scores perfect game, then drops dead

Triumph

Triumph

Lifer
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Man, what a great way to go. The guy scores his first perfect game, doing something he obviously loves after being in a league for 45 years, then drops dead right there on the lane in front of everybody. I mean, he accomplished everything he wanted to do in life. Why stick around?
 
Wow. That's close to me and my old roommate is from there. The town is really small. But I agree, it was probably the thing he wanted to do the most in his life, good for him.
 
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hell, I'd probably drop dead or at least have a heart attack due to severe anxiety prior to bowling the first or second ball of the 10th frame, let alone the 3rd.
 
I can relate...Almost.

When I bowled my first 300, I was so full of adrenaline and my heart was pounding unbelievably hard as I stood up for the 10th frame. It felt like I was floating. I can see how a similar feeling happening in a much older person can be bad. Hell, I thought I was gonna have a heart attack at the time.
 
Something similar happened to my stepmother-in-law's dad. He was huge into salmon fishing, and went out on the ocean in a rickety little boat every year. He caught the biggest salmon he'd ever caught, then croaked in the boat.
 
I bowled in a fall league as a kid for a few years. I'll never forget the time I started a league game with 7 straight strikes. On the 8th frame I was so incredibly nervous with the perfect score on the line and the crowd that gathered to stare at me. The bowlers on the few lanes on either side of me stopped to let me go, and the silence was horrifying.

Went up for the shot and absolutely choked. Ball slipped off of my thumb, bashed my thigh and went right into the gutter. I've never been so upset and happy at the same time. The pressure was gone!
 
My dad bowled a 300 in a sanctioned league when he was 80 years old, I'm glad this didn't happen to him.

He bowls in one league of nothing but seniors, seems like someone dies every week.

 
Donny was a good bowler, and a good man. He was. . . He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors, and bowling, and as a surfer explored the beaches of southern California from Redondo to Calabassos. And he was an avid bowler. And a good friend. He died--he died as so many of his generation, before his time.

In your wisdom you took him, Lord. As you took so many bright flowering young men, at Khe San and Lan Doc and Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And Donny too. Donny who. . . who loved bowling.

And so, Theodore--Donald--Karabotsos, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well.

Goodnight, sweet prince.
 
Originally posted by: ironwing
It sure beats dying in a gutter.
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Or, as I witnessed one day, a gurney being pushed into an ambulance with a white sheet covering the body, in front of a Kmart. I decided on that day that I would do everything in my power to keep my life from ending inside the four walls of a Kmart.
 
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