Well, it sure didn't take long for the bubble to burst!  A mere four days after shooting 673, i stink up the joint last night for a 547!

Things seemed to be going pretty well when I came out with a clean 214.  Didn't get much carry except for a turkey in the middle, but I was happy enough to get through Game 1 without my usual hole to dig out of.  I made a 5-7 split early on, which definitely helped.

As some old song goes, "what goes up, must come down", and unfortunately that was the theme for the rest of the night, and my average.

Game 2 was a combination of poor spare shooting, and poor carry.  Came up light on a 2-8 and only got the 2-pin, and completely short-armed the 6-10, missing both pins.  To ice the cake I left a 4-9 split, and limped into a 168.  Ugh.

To make matters worse, I couldn't carry worth a damn in the third game, but was going dutch 200 for the first 6 frames, so I wasn't in terrible shape.  The 9th and 10th frames absolutely killed me. First I chopped the 2-4 off the 5 in the 9th for an open, and then chopped the 6 off the 10 in the 10th.  165.  I felt like someone kicked me in the gut. 

We lost the wood by 20-something pins, and it definitely was on me for 2 crappy games.

I'm completely flabbergasted at going from 673 to 547 from one series to the next.  One day everything falls, the next, almost nothing falls. 

This is an evil, twisted game, and it must be destroyed before it consumes all of mankind (or my remaining tiny fragment of sanity).