by Tony Campos
The place was San Marcos Lanes in Santa Barbara, California. The time was 1975. It was the
nine o'clock Friday league. My old buddy was Bob Zimmerman. He was about 15 years older than me, and he was
handicapped with a disability (epilepsy). He was on my team. We talked a lot over drinks and coffee, and we were
close friends. As a matter of fact, he was the only one that represented me at my wedding.
particular night of league play the following occurred. By the way, he was left handed. As he delivered the ball,
he stumbled at the line. He then came to a standing position but lost his balance and began tipping onto the lane next
to him. As he tottered over the gutter onto the next lane, he stepped over the foul line of his own lane. He then
side stepped sideways over the next lane all the way across. Then, he stumbled and fell onto the second lane over.
Essentlially, he had fouled over three lanes on one delivery. If he had rolled a little more, he could have made it
We had a big laugh over this for years, and it became a standing joke. I never forgot the event.
Of course, he is no longer with us, but my memory of the event stays with me.
Okay, so he was not a very
good bowler. He averaged about 158. Afterall, he was considered legally disabled. However, he was awarded
a patch (which is in my possession) by the ABC for an accomplishment that not many of us can get. I remember it
well. He had a 7-10 split. He threw the ball. He turned his back to the pins in disgust.
That's right. He picked up the 7-10 split, and he never saw it happen. That was Bob, my old bowling buddy.