197-177-137 = 511.
The good news: after watching the calendar for more than two months, the season is finally over for me. Thank heavens. Also, I finally seem to be on track again to developing the sort of ball motion that my equipment is supposed to have after floundering since the turn of the New Year.
The bad: where do I begin?
I am now 2-for-3 in entering a league offseason with some kind of injury that will force my hand in taking a break. (Two years ago, it was mangled ring and middle fingers that I couldn't bend without pain.) I suppose if I had to get hurt again for the fourth time in two and a half years, the very end of the season was the best time for it to happen.
I recently started working out again, and the current stretch of time, though very brief, is the longest continuous period I've put into it since high school (1996). However, I pushed myself too hard last week and hurt a tendon or ligament in my right forearm.
This injury renders me unable to throw it as hard with my shoulder as I want to at my spares. (Game one was a no-spare game...seven strikes and three opens.) Worst night of spare shooting that I think I may have ever had. Anything in the right corner, forget it. Automatic open. I hooked away from it every time, even with a flattened wrist, because I couldn't keep the speed up.
On top of that, even though I was not rolling the strike balls this way, the repetitive stress eventually seeped into strike shots as well. By game three, every shot was giving me a jolt of pain and I couldn't even hold the ball in my stance without a twinge of pain.
And did I mention that my team had its @ss kicked?
After a night like this, believe me, I am ready for a LONG break.