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My supporters were long gone and I guess it was about 10 pm when the worst of the cramps started to invade my arms and legs. It was a pain that I could not verbalize so I began, against my greatest effort, to cry. By midnight my entire body started to shake violently. I lost control of my bowels about a half hour later. At sometime after 3 am I no longer possessed any feeling in my right arm and the 15 pound bowling ball I had cradled for so long, in anticipation of my final roll, crashed to the ground sending a flood of what felt like shattered glass up my right leg and through my entire body. I was hobbled to my knees but fought to maintain my focus on the center position should the power at any moment return and after a brief, painful, crawl through shit, piss, and sweat I retrieved the ball and regained my winning posture. “When the power returns I will have to adjust my delivery to compensate for the drag of my broken foot” I told myself as I began to step through my revised final roll and ultimate victory in my head.