at the tail end of a heated tiebreaker, and
I was so focused on making a great show
of my final shot—leaping into action,
loudly declaring my impending victory,
dancing and twirling my way through my
approach—that I didn’t realize where
my feet were when I let go of the ball.
This was the moment I was to learn
how serious the bowling community is
about penalizing those who roll with one
toe over the line. They pour oil or wax
or lube or something unimaginably
slippery all over the alley, and should
someone accidentally slide out of
bounds while attempting the perfect hook
shot, she will find her feet flying out
from under her and her ass crashing