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It is a little known fact...that moments before that huge east coast blackout a few years back I was just two strikes away from bowling a perfect game. No shit. I’ve always been a decent bowler but I never had a game like that. I was possessed, strike after strike and before I knew it I was in the tenth frame and just a strike and two bonus frames away from a perfect score, 300. I refused to waste a moment, I didn’t even think as I bowled the tenth frame, I just fixed my sights on the eye pin and rolled. I didn’t have to look to know it was a strike. The pins had just re-racked for my first bonus frame as the power went out. I wasn’t sure what had happened. At first I thought it was just my eyes playing tricks me so I bowled through it. Who needs lights when you’re in the zone? I couldn’t see the ball as it curled into the darkness but the sound said it all and I knew I was just one ball and 10 pins away from the perfect game. A small crowd had been gathering to see if I could do it, many of them hoping to witness the elusive 300 for the first time. But as I stood poised waiting for the machinery to re-rack it quickly became obvious that something was very wrong. I stood strong, however, poised like the golden man atop one of those bowling trophies I never won, always falling just a bit short of the winner, never able to put it away. But, today was going to be different because today I was perfect.