I subbed for my uncles bowling team when I was 16, and on a dare from my ne'er do well elders threw 3 flush strikes in the tenth between my legs to win the league against the much disliked league and city secretary who literally almost stroked out yelling at me for sandbagging.
And it shows...He just kept yelling at me that he was going to pull my sanction card for sandbagging. I just said I'm a scratch player, shot above average, and struck out to beat your team. Actually, my uncle and his team were all laughing at him and said it, as I watched the vein on his head , his shaking hands, and listened to his warbly speech patterns, and hoping our fun did not just kill him. He was a father, grandfather and such. Even if he was a pain in my ass, nobody should die over someone throwing a ball between their legs.
The 80's were something.
Editors note: Around this time, I started swearing.