Here is a poem that explains the "LOVE" of the game!!
In hopes of a strike you play for all ten;
A spare's what you get so you try it again.
This time a split; You're too heavy or light..
Next frame comes a blow now you're ready to fight!
The approach is too sticky or the alleys sure run;
The ball doesn't fit you, this wood weights a ton.
You can't hit your spot, your angles not right;
Your timing is bad, it just isn't your night.
Your score is way down, your spirits are too.
Down goes your average but that's nothing new!
A fill in the ninth makes life seem so merry.
Then comes the tenth; It's a chop or a cherry.
Thus goes this game of "Ten Pins," I'm told.
You just haven't lived "Til you've gone out and "Bowled."