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Random Thoughts – October 31st


Michigan Man Rolls Perfect Game And Then Dies

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RAVENNA, Mich. (WZZM) - Teammates in his bowling league think after rolling a perfect 300 game Don Doane's heart just gave out.  "You get nervous shooting a 300," says teammate Todd Place. "The pressure keeps building," says bowling alley owner Jim Nutt.  Minutes after achieving the life long goal of a perfect game the 62 year old bowler collapsed and died at Ravenna Bowl in Ravenna. "Don just collapsed," says alley owner Nutt. " At first we thought he just fainted." "Then when I rolled him over I realized it wasn't good," says teammate Place. The teammates say he was giving a high-five minutes before. They tried to revive him but Doane never spoke another word. He died of what was apparently a massive heart attack "He looked fine, reached across the table and gave me a high-five and he fell over," says Place.  "It was like a book, a final chapter," says Place. "He threw his 300 game with all of his friends, gave each other high-fives and it's like the story ended. He died with a smile on his face." "Don will be a legend," says Nutt. 'It's something that will never be forgotten as long as people bowl here." Ravenna Bowl is planning a memorial ceremony for Doan's' wife Linda and son Chad.

People have probably heard me say in the past I don’t like to blog about stories where people die because there in no humor in that.   Well this story is different.    Because this story isn’t sad or depressing.   This isn’t about getting burned alive or getting eaten by a shark or suffocating in a pile of shit.  Nope, this is a celebration of life.    Don Doane died doing what he loved to do.   In fact some may say that this is the perfect way to die. (no pun intended)  Sure it would be great to have sex and then die right afterwards, but I’d argue this is better.    You wait your whole life to shoot the perfect game.  You finally do it.  You take a sip of beer, slap your buddies five and call it a lifetime.   Nothing left to prove here on this earth.   God Bless Don Doane and his perfect game as it will now live on forever.   And something tells me that’s exactly how he wanted it.

 

PS - Somebody who commented on this article had a great line. They said from now on whenever they hear thunder they'll just assume it's Don Doane trying to roll another perfect game. Amen to that.

 

- Thanks to Kevin for the story

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