Senior High Roller deserves a bigger turnout

One of the most disappointing days of my bowling career was my second and final High Roller in 1985, the last I was eligible for before joining the PBA in early 1986. I lost my opening match with a game just above 200 when my opponent tripped the 2-pin forward in the 10th frame. On my pair and the three pairs to the left and right there was not a single 200 game. A thousand bucks torched in a few minutes by the nature of bowling, where fortune and misfortune play a much greater part th...