I used to do a lot of bowling as a kid. I think I bowled my highest game in 7th grade–a 223. Somewhere at my parents’ house in New Jersey is a box of (mostly broken) bowling trophies. I even owned a bowling ball. During the 1970s it seemed like everyone bowled. (No one was “Bowling Alone.”) The parking lot at Boonton Lanes was always packed on Saturday mornings and weekday nights. It was not until I grew older that I realized that it was mostly a working class leisure sport.
I also used to watch a lot of bowling on television. Every Saturday I would see bowlers like Earl Anthony (my favorite), Larry Laub, Mark Roth, and Marshall Holman compete for prize money. Chris Schenkel and Nelson Burton Jr. would call the tournaments in their yellow sport jackets with the ABC patch. They would spend the entire telecast whispering. My grandfather on my mother’s side was a die-hard bowler. Every Saturday afternoon he would be riveted to the television.
A blog called Priceonomics is running a fabulous post called “The Rise and Fall of Professional Bowling.” It brought back a lot of memories. Here is a taste: