Narrative Essay Bowling

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Trinity's anchor bowler just finished his 10th frame, 156 is the score to beat. I do some quick math in my head, I can win the game by one pin if I throw all three strikes in the tenth frame. I take a deep breath as I step to the approach, and I start to really take it all in. This is the best part about bowling for a high school team and the worst part about bowling for a high school team. The moment that your team needs you. That make or break moment that one mistake can turn the match around. I snap out of my trance and I take another deep breathe. I grab my towel and grab my bowling ball, a 900 Global Network, and I begin rolling my ball end over end on the disgusting and almost destroyed Track brand bowling towel, which is so stained that the blue coloring and Track logo was barely noticeable anymore, and continue rolling the ball on the towel until my dominant hand was sticking to the ball (which usually takes three revolutions, just to ensure the most friction for …show more content…

I feel the ball come down from its maximum point at the same time I slide to the foul line, I stuck the shot at the line but I still managed to post the shot up, good enough for a poster and based on the clicking cameras I heard right after, it was going to be a poster soon, and I immediately shoot up out of my finishing position (as I usually do when I throw a really good/important shot) and take a step to the right and I drag my left foot along, similar to a limp but it looks more natural, and I watch the ball roll up the lane and I only remember the ball moving in slow

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