With one frame left, all that stood between me and one truly amazing score were six pins and a crying 7-year-old.

Not a memory I was aiming for when I decided to take advantage of our local bowling alley offering kids two free games every day this summer. (Note: This deal is irrefutable proof that the industry’s profits come from the use of industrial-grade “cheese” sauce to cover all “food” from the snack bar and the rental of semi-disinfected clown shoes.)

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