After not bowling for almost 10 years, I talked my Dad into bowling in a men's league with a couple of old bowling buddies of his. About halfway through the league, my Dad shot a 289, the highest game of his life. The following week, I got stuck in traffic and walked into the center as shadow practice was completed. I changed shoes, threw the first 10 in a row, carried an absolute beaker for the 11th and threw a truck for the 12th and my first 300. To this day I'm 50% thrilled with the 300 and 50% bummed for stealing his thunder.
My dad doesn't bowl anymore, and I'm just waiting for one of my sons to return the favor.