Originally Published: Feb 22, 2011 9:39 AM CDT
Sometimes the spotlight makes men wilt. Sometimes, on rare occasions, men rise to greatness when that spotlight is at its white hottest.
That was the situation Monday afternoon at Chuck E Cheese. I was down to my last token. The record on the All-Star Pop-a-Shot stood at 72...set moments earlier by my son. A record that the Chuck E Cheese employee in the suspenders and pizza-stained shirt said would likely stand for days. But not if I could help it.
With my wife assuring me that this was it...there would be no more token purchases, I stepped to the line and proceeded to make history. Tunnel vision. The ringing of the skee ball machines and the intoxicating music of Chuck E himself went silent as I sank shot after shot. Dale Ellis in his prime only dreamed of finding a zone like I was in. I was so hot I was disrespecting the legitimacy of the game.
When the final horn sounded I glanced at the scoreboard. 78! The crowd erupted! Kids high-fived each other. Men looked on in jealousy.
Sometimes the spotlight is meant for champions.