Casey at the Bowling Alley

It was the story of the Mighty Casey at Bat in Mudville tonight,
The tale of the two teams, the tale of true plight.
The story of past versus present,
A chronicle not all pleasant.
Game one and game two,
We won that I knew.
The fight for game three,
Became as intense as thee.
My team of the past,
Pulled ahead too fast.
It was the bottom of the tenth frame,
Only six pins ahead in the game.
I rolled with all my might,
Then rewarded with a big strike.
The foes caught sight of my strike then sneered,
Then bowled a matching strike then cheered.
The mighty Gooberman grabbed his great blue ball,
With dreaming and hoping of a ten-pin fall.
The pins exploded,
But hopes were eroded.
Alone stood pin number nine,
That put us behind.
The foe bowled a strike,
And I took my hike.
A mere two pins,
Kept us from four wins.

We finished with three wins and one loss. My scores for the night, 184, 193, 227… 604 series. Average going into tonight: 193. Average after tonight: 194