The week before in his Thursday league, my son Michael, just three weeks off bumpers, had his highest bumper-free game ever with an 87. Quite pleased with himself, he proceeded to come home and break out with the chicken pox. Mind you, he never mentioned any symptoms, like being itchy or perhaps the 102-degree fever. When pressed, he remembered he had a slight runny nose. It made me laugh, he's already a bowler and doesn't even know it.
Bowlers are such a funny lot.
People will miss a week's worth of work and still bowl. And bowl well. I was 20 at the time, and my mother insisted on driving me to league, much to my embarrassment. I wasn't bowling great, and leaving that split wasn't very impressive. A friend sprained ligaments in her sliding foot, and was out most of the spring and all summer, but she came down religiously to watch us bowl.