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FIVE frames into the match, Rocky Salemmo was taking a beating.

He and a partner had challenged a pair of young guns at Showplace Entertainment Center on Staten Island to a doubles bowling match for $50 a man, and now Mr. Salemmo, 48, who was once known as one of the top action bowlers, or betting players, in New York City, trailed by 68 pins. But when Mr. Salemmo’s bowling ball fails, his mouth takes over. He began telling his opponents about the time he jumped out the bathroom window at a bowling alley to avoid losing four grand.

They say that the worst and laziest form of conversation is "do you remember when?" I have always disagreed with that argument: when used occasionally,  "do you remember when?" can bring you to some nice places with friends who you have not seen a in a while, back full circle to some common and comfortable ground.

I grew up at a bowling center. Bowling is my lost friend that I had to put aside for a few (too many years) as I went to do other things. There were and are many friends, all of us, tied together by being at tournaments on the weekend, practicing during the week, and trying to bowl as much as humanly possible for free in the summer. We too have gone our separate ways; I hope we can come back together again.

As a ghetto nerd, I know many of you/us have similar stories. Bowling has gone the way of arcades and Times Square. These spaces once  had personality, were full of seedy and fun characters, human mascots who seemed to be there everyday and all day, cigarette smoke, and vice. Now, they are sanitized and bereft of all personality and charm.

The New York Times rediscovered that almost lost moment with its story about local "action" bowling legend Rocky Salemmo:

Rocky got his first bowling ball at age 11 from his father, who died shortly afterward in a motorcycle crash on Hylan Boulevard. His mother worked the snack bar at Country Lanes on Staten Island, and Rocky played there constantly. During his early teens, he began tagging along with his cousin Lucy, a top money bowler. He fell in with money players with names like Snake, Mike the Crook and the Count.

“We called him the Count because he only came out at night,” Mr. Salemmo said.
Driving together to the lanes, they would hatch that night’s hustling schemes: the secret signal before purposely losing a match; the fake fight to make the group look drunk and beatable; and where to rendezvous if they ran out of money and had to flee a losing bet.

Mr. Salemmo, who is of short stature and bowls lefty, throws a big hook that teeters on the edge of the left gutter before swooping back to the pins. His stories, too — delivered rapid-fire with a thick New York accent — are elliptical but somehow come back to the point: how bowling for bets has supported him for most of his adult life. He added that as well as he bowled, he was equally bad at gambling, and that he would promptly blow much of his winnings on bad bets on horse-racing and other sports.

There are still the occasional matches, but the bowling wagering scene has largely faded in recent years, and Mr. Salemmo has begun driving a stretch limousine for his brother Joe, 47, who runs a limo and D.J. company.

He really is a relic of another time.

Bowling has souled out and gone corporate. The sport has long been in a crisis, and the choice to go all high tech, with glowing pins, horrible music, laser light shows, and other distractions were desperate efforts to appeal to a generation raised on video games and cable TV. The Professional Bowling Association, on the cusp of dying, crossed over as well by introducing new formats, focusing on bowler's personalities in order to tell a compelling story for viewers, and trying to update the style of its broadcasts on ESPN. In total, these efforts have been a mixed blessing.

It is apparently now more difficult to find a real pro shop, and a traditional bowling alley that is not ruined by all of the distractions and spectacle; bowling is staying alive, and hopefully it will bring in enough young people and children who will have their curiosity sparked as they realize the amount of skill and practice necessary to compete on an elite level in the sport.

Ultimately, whatever ghetto nerd locale you frequented, it was about the people, the memories, and the formative experiences you had there, that in adulthood, you look back upon with a smile.

As such, I love this part of Rocky Salemmo's reminiscence, for it is very familiar:

“Right now, I’m back to being a nobody, and that’s exactly where you want to be, as an action bowler,” said Mr. Salemmo, who lives in the Dongan Hills section of Staten Island with his mother and son, Rocky Jr., 22, a barber with a respectable bowling game himself.

To attract bets, Mr. Salemmo said, it helps to look like a chump on the lanes. So he would join leagues and purposely play poorly to keep down his official scoring average. After that, he would show up at a new lane, act a little tipsy, maybe let his wad of money drop all over the floor and accept some challenges from low-stakes players. After weeks or months, he worked his way into high-stakes circles.

“You never want to play the best guys, because if you beat them, no one will play you,” he said. “You make money beating the smaller guys and work your way up.”
Slipping a bit of lip balm in the thumb hole of your opponent’s ball also might help your chances, he said. “Or you have your friend have the guy paged over the loudspeaker — or, better yet, have his wife’s name paged when his girlfriend is there,” Mr. Salemmo said. “Anything to get him mad. Then you got him.”

[My great intervention, and one that I should have made earlier, was turning my back on an opponent during a match. There is no defense in bowling. Consequently, there is no reason to watch your opponent bowl because you should be trying to bowl a perfect game anyway.

I was very surprised by how unsettling my unwillingness to talk, look at, or give "dap" to an opponent during a game could be. I won many a match over middling and striving amateurs because of that tactic (real pros could care less what the hell their opponents are doing).]

Beyond how "easy" the shot was, every bowling alley had its own energy and habitus. As my friends and I drove across Connecticut, New Jersey, New York, Pennsylvania and Rhode Island, we had many fun times of course. The rite of passage that is traveling as a teenager to different places without your parents is always liberating.

Working through the geometric innovations necessary to fit ten bowling balls in the trunk of a compact car was also the source of fitful humor.

And of course, hooking up at hotels with the young women that also bowled in the Junior Bowlers Tour (or had a thing for guys who bowled and just hung around...yes such women do exist) was quite enjoyable too.

So many memories.

Gossiping about who got drunk and slept with how many people in one night, tears and upset at losing a tournament, fights and arguments, buying porn at highway adult shops in rural Pennsylvania, and eating at diners in Long Island and New Jersey were all part of a wonderfully whole set of teen years and early young adulthood. Being a person of color, and traveling to parts of the country that are not too hospitable to people like us--and doing well in a sport dominated by white ethnics and "working class" white people--also provided many a life lesson in strategies for success in "intercultural" communication.

There are so many fond stories from those years. I remember being in a tournament where my friends and I got very lucky and beat soon to be PBA bowlers Patrick Allen, Mike Lichstein (he never got his pro card but is/was one of the best bowlers in the world), and Chris Forry. The trio was so upset that they intentionally threw the match rather than give 100 percent when it was clear that defeat was more likely than not. In fact, to make a point, Patrick bowled a "300" the next game to show the ability and talent that he could summon almost at will--in this era, when reactive bowling balls were still uncommon, such a display of skill actually meant something.

We also used to goof on a young Mike Fagan because he had a bizarre and awkward arm-swing and delivery. Funny thing, he would somehow always find a way to make it into the finals when the lane conditions were at their most difficult. It is no surprise that you can watch Mike Fagan bowl on ESPN when the Professional Bowling Association airs on Sunday mornings.

If you saw here in her prime, Jennifer Swanson was a real life version of Wonder Woman. I bowled her many times in the championship rounds of many a junior tournament. I was good, she was just a bit better. On my best day, I could have beaten my nemesis (if I got lucky). Alas, I was transfixed by her amazing body, and kept puzzling through how a white woman could be built like that. I should have stayed focused on my mark instead of giving into youthful temptation. I am in good company; many a ghetto nerd has been felled by such kryptonite.

A few years later, she too would be a bowler of no small amount of accomplishment.

There were humbling lessons too. I remember seeing one of our local heroes, a man that we thought was invincible, go up against Chris Barnes. No contest. The latter is now one of the all-time money winners in Professional Bowling Association history.

We had legendary and mythic heroes as well. They included men like Willie Willis (a black golem of bowling might), Mighty Vick (built like a pro wrestler, but with incredible grace and power), Jimmy Strong (a bowling version of Rocky, and yes he had a "Mick" too) and Steve Kregling (he was an "eccentric"; bowling's version of Yoda, a man with a Master's degree in engineering from Yale who coached and mentored many a person to bowling success--in no small part helped by his ability to drill near illegal "exotic" layouts).

My friends and I spent many hours driving to see an "action" game or tournament where these men would ply their craft. As journeymen, we hoped to learn some secrets by watching these local stars bowl for thousands of dollars, in matches that often came down to the last frame.

My favorite was always "Rudy Revs." He could make bowling balls dance, curve, and hook like no one living or dead:

He was unbeatable--or so we thought. Rudy could never translate his parlor trick into fame, as each time on TV nerves, and the bowling gods, would deem that he would be an "action bowler" who would not make it on the national scene. Nevertheless, Rudy is one of the greatest "action" bowlers to ever live. If you have any doubt of that fact read this story about his legendary exploits.

I remember the moment when I realized that I was pretty good. I had won more than a few tournaments as a junior bowler, did okay as an adult scratch bowler, but I would never be one of "those guys." I did not have the desire, discipline, innate ability, or discipline. I was more than decent; but at a certain level those 3 or 5 percent differences in ability are all that matter in terms of a given outcome.

There is "them," and then there is "us."

We inch closer to adulthood by accepting such truths.

Ghetto nerds show up in places where we are least expected. We were/are at arcades, bowling alleys, pro wrestling events, paint ball fields, comic book stores, cons, free climbing and hiking, car shows, motorcycle clubs, and into extreme sports.

Ralph Ellison wrote about the "little man behind the stove." I would like to think that the ghetto nerd is also a type of truth-teller and visionary too, integrating white (and other) spaces, and causing frustration, curiosity, and surprise for those who encounter us.

Do any of you have similar stories of youth? Fun hobbies that you enjoyed growing up that had an outsized impact on you as an adult?

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  •  I was (and am) a horrible bowler (4+ / 0-)
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    raina, Avila, raster44, bluedust

    But bowling was nearly a religion when I was growing up on the east side of Saginaw.

    Thanks for the diary.

    A proud member of the Professional Left since 1967.

    by slatsg on Sun Sep 30, 2012 at 01:39:20 PM PDT

  •  Memories ... do I have memories! (3+ / 0-)
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    Shortly, when I was 5,  after we moved into our family home in 1965 a bowling alley was constructed directly across the street. My mother signed myself and my siblings up for lessons on Sat. mornings. Our instructor, Alice (a fiery red head), passed away recently. My mother became a substutute on a league. Someone was always absent, so we always spent Monday nights across the streeet. I believe that this is where my fascination with "people watching" was born and cultivated. Boy, what a wide range of interesting characters!

    When puberty hit between jr. high & high school, I moved out to the garage to avoid having to share a bedroom with my brother. With the move & poor insulation and cracks in the garage door came the necessity to learn to adapt to noises of the falling bowling pins and the loud conversations of the employees on break  hanging out at the back door service entrance and the welcoming silence that would finally succumb at 1:15 AM every morning after the trash cans of beer bottles were dumped and the employees left.

    In 2005, I moved back home (from Skagway, Alaska which believe it or not had a 2 lane bowling alley in the Elks lodge) to take care of my mother who had developed MS. A few months after, we watched, sadly, the demolishion of the bowling alley.

    There were 3 bowling alleys in our small town at one point and now there are none. The closet one now is about 20 miles away.

    I am not sure what I miss the most ... bowling alleys or drive-in theatres!  

    •  where have all the bowling alleys (5+ / 0-)

      gone? i know i am feeling old when I can write such a statement.

      •  Not just the bowling alleys (0+ / 0-)

        that whole generation of old guys that hung around pro shops and had that encyclopedic knowledge of bowlers and bowling. My wife's uncle who passed recently was one of those guys... arguably the best left handed bowler I ever saw, bar none... as the technology got better and people started carrying  single purpose balls... a short oil ball, a ball that would run long and snap; a reverse block ball, a hard surface ball for single pin spares, etc... He carried  just one ball... an old school blue hammer urethane ball that he could make hook like a reactive ball and run straight like a plastic ball... He could watch you throw one ball and  tell you how you needed to adjust... "move 3 boards right and play it out over the second arrow out to the 4 board and let it come back"

        Those guys are  going the way of the Dodo... and there is no one that can replace them... our loss...

        Fear doesn't just breed incomprehension. It also breeds a spiteful, resentful hate of anyone and everyone who is in any way different from you.

        by awesumtenor on Mon Oct 01, 2012 at 11:33:29 AM PDT

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        •  the new technology has ruined things (0+ / 0-)

          it has also made things easier for folks with real talent. i have some friends who still bowl seriously. the new equipment makes mediocre house players feel good, but they still lack fundamentals in many cases and would get owned on the tour. what a fun counter factual--dick weber, anthony, and ballard up against some of the new guys and up and comers. i think the previous generations--including walter ray, ozio, and voss, would own the hot shots of today-especially all the two handed no thumb bowlers.

          blue hammer. what memories. certainly a shoe-in for list of the greatest balls of all time next to the black udot, blue and black zones, the danger zone, and the purple resin rhino...the latter just changed the game.

          what balls would you vote for?

          •  My primary ball (0+ / 0-)

            Is the Blue nitro, dull sanded and drilled to run long and snap... I have the purple nitro, polished as my short oil ball... My fave prior to the blue nitro was a cobalt rhino...all fingertip drilled with a thumb insert. I'm left handed and styled my game after Parker Bohn unless there is a reverse block oil pattern; then I would shoot the purple nitro playing a deep inside line... Kept a 15lb Columbia white dot for spares that required something straight and when the lanes were bone dry... But I love swinging it out to the edge and letting it come screaming back to the pocket; if I was the only lefty on those lanes I could count on getting through 2+ games without the shot breaking down...

            Fear doesn't just breed incomprehension. It also breeds a spiteful, resentful hate of anyone and everyone who is in any way different from you.

            by awesumtenor on Mon Oct 01, 2012 at 06:38:25 PM PDT

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            •  parker bohn had such great mechanics (0+ / 0-)

              he was/is a joy to watch. a timeless game. i am a righty and my coached helped to style my tweener style after ozio's...with 1/100th the talent. i also read the book 300 plus. between the coach, his tweeking, and that book my game improved twenty pins over a summer.

              back in the day my two faves were a blue zone and the storm thunder road. now i am dating myself.

              damn lefties, i hate you all ;) do follow the action bowling link in the post you will have lots of smiles from hearing/reading those stories.

          •  Andy Varipapa and Dick Weber (0+ / 0-)

            I'd take them against any pair, any era...

            Fear doesn't just breed incomprehension. It also breeds a spiteful, resentful hate of anyone and everyone who is in any way different from you.

            by awesumtenor on Mon Oct 01, 2012 at 06:40:27 PM PDT

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  •  Thank you. Very nicely played!n/t (3+ / 0-)
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    There can be no protection locally if we're content to ignore the fact that there are no controls globally.

    by oldpotsmuggler on Sun Sep 30, 2012 at 01:57:06 PM PDT

  •  we have 3 bowling centers here where i live (0+ / 0-)

    maybe 4 or 5 if one counts the former elks club and knights of columbus center. things now aren't like they were when i first moved here when nearly every night was total lane league night at each facility, but they're all holding on. once one center did try the starlight bowling night and i decided to go. not knowing what to expect, boy was i shocked when they turned the lights out. "hey! how'm i suppose to bowl with no lights?" but, shockingly enough i did some of my best non-league bowling that night.

  •  Thanks (0+ / 0-)

    for cranking up the wayback machine... until I got serious about ministry about 15 years ago I was a bowling fiend... highest league average was 204;  shot a 290 game (never shot 300 sanctioned; shot  a pure 300 in a 9-pin no tap tourney and a couple of times in "action" games) and an 853 set... lost a scratch doubles league game 600-569 once; partner shot 290; I shot 279 opponents both shot 300... some days you get the bear; some days the bear gets you... He (my doubles partner) and I used to make the rounds at the bowling alleys in the Tidewater area of VA...friday and Saturday nights in the window between the conclusion of league bowling and before they turned the lights out and cranked up the DJ for "Midnite Bowling" there would be pot bowling... lots of side betting too...most of the "ghetto nerds" were able to thrive in those environments because from small pretty much every game we played... from basketball in the park to tackle football in the street  to stickbal to handball to spades and bid whist and tonk... from our early teens on... came with two components that were ubiquitous; a constant stream of smack being talked and the ability to make a little change from action on the side... sometimes for very large values of ${a little change}... I've won and lost hundreds on single throw pincount... picking up splits and such... hit a guy for 600 bucks by picking up a 4-7-10... one ball, one shot, put up or shut up, cash and carry... and yeah there were more than a few occasions if we were a little too successful that there were uncollected winnings because collecting would have meant having to fight our way to the car... or worse... the bowling alley in Hampton where Allen Iverson got into the fight that got him incarcerated was notorious for white guys who, even if they paid up after losing, would be laying in wait outside to try to get  " a refund" and the police officers providing security only intervened if it looked like things weren't going well for the "home team"... there weren't a lot of national tour PBA tourneys that came through but between Virginia Beach and Hampton/Newport News there were probably 5 or 6 PBA Regional tourneys that came through and every so often you'd find a couple of guys who put more stock in their having a PBA card than they should have... as hustles go, bowling is tougher than pool... but sometimes the pieces would fall into place so nicely... and sometimes we'd bite off more than  we could chew... one night after a women's tour event at the bowling alley Anne Marie Duggan's husband used to run, Kelly Kulick spent several hours parting fools from their money... i quit after donating 125 bucks to her macho evisceration fund but she probably made 4 grand that night easy... learned a lesson that night... being good to very good doesn't help when you toe the line against great...

    Fear doesn't just breed incomprehension. It also breeds a spiteful, resentful hate of anyone and everyone who is in any way different from you.

    by awesumtenor on Mon Oct 01, 2012 at 11:12:50 AM PDT

    •  what a story! i bet the lady pros would clean up (0+ / 0-)

      against those folks who think only men can run and gun with the best of them.

      that is what i learned when i watched barnes destroy our local legend. very good and good enough don't count for much when up against that level of talent.

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