In the spirit of fair play, I wanted to let the other 19 competitors in the upcoming World Bobberball Association Tournament get just the slightest taste of the wrath to come. Behold!
This (rather average) set earned me 10 points (x2-42xx22-), which would have been 11 had I simply thought to drop the last throw. It's such a mental game, and the tournament atmosphere is so hard to replicate without the screaming fans and the groupies and the air horns and the groupies and the scoreboard and the announcer.*
But the Sheriff is on the case, my friends -- and he won't rest until he's got that trophy on lockdown.
*And the groupies.