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One Sunday night our team was bowling against Wif's, and Diane had a very good first game. The second game started out even better, but as she leaned over to pick up her ball from the ball return to start the third frame, Wif, who was sitting next to me at the scorer's table, asked me, "Does she always do that with her right hand when she releases the ball?" You know, of course, that he said it just loud enough for Diane to hear him.