The year was 1987. I was ten years old and Ron was eight. Neither of us had ever been bowling, and the day had come for us to experience the Harbor Lanes. I would say that a good time was had by all, but one of us left the bowling alley in tears (and it wasn't me). His sadness wasn't because he bowled a score of nine, but rather because I beat him with my sixteen.

Bowling must be in the Kyker blood, because these people slayed those pins! And a good time was actually had by all.