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usbc’s masters, the final match. he was the youngest contestant this year, at twenty-four years old and he was focussed on those pins. if he threw a strike, he’d have a second pba recognized title. if he left even one pin standing up, he’d lose. it was that close. no one had ever thought he’d even get to the finals of this tournament. 30 000 dollars. that is what he could win if he won... but he wasn’t thinking of that now. now it was just him and those pins. he focused, looked over the oil pattern, the ball he had chosen and then decided to go for it. he swung, the ball veered close to the gutter and then started to get grip when it got to the end of the lane and landed beautifully in the pocket. nine pins went down, the tenth wiggled... and finally fell. he couldn’t stop the enormous cheer that fell from his lips as the crowd erupted. he put a fist in the air, covered with a fingerless glove he used to support his wrist and then turned to look at owen in the front row, his boyfriend of a year... he quickly gave his competitor a handshake and then went to the chest height wall that separated the onlookers from the competitors, placed his hand behind owen’s head and pulled him into a kiss. // @diehvrds
















