One of my best games was during a regional tournament. I was 13/14 years old, playing anchor on a women's team. The home league was in Grand Haven, Michigan. The regional tournament was held near Detroit. I remember the last game and our team was trailing. I always sat near the ball return in the player area when we played league or tournaments. Didn't want distractions. And usually I didn't watch the score. More often than not, my team mates would tell me how badly we needed XX number of points when it was my turn. This time, midway through the last game, the entire team huddled around me as I sat on the end seat. Quietly they assured me that we were doing well, it's just that it was important I focus so I could strike out the 7th - 10th frames. Then they all backed away and left me alone. Yep, they knew how I worked. And when they backed away, I focused. All I could see was the lane and pins. As each bowler played, I saw what I was going to do - my 3 step approach, keep my shoulders straight, bend the elbow, shake hands with the head pin. My turn. Strike. Sit down. See my form for the next frame. My turn. Strike. Sit down. See my form for the next frame. And on through the 10th frame. Strike. Wait for the ball, dry hand on the blower, towel grease strip off the ball, start my approach, shake hands with the head pin. Final frame, 8 pins, 7-10 split. Heart dropped. Stomach dropped. Deep breath. At the ball return I kept my head down and eyes on the ball as it came out. Dry hands on the blower, towel the grease off the ball. I knew how to pick up a 7-10. I'd done it one time. I tried to recall how I did it, exactly. I approached, threw with a slight curve toward the 10 pin. I hit the 10 pin square on, leaving the 7. Final score 298. The team won. I brought home another trophy.