In the 1963-1964 bowling year, my father was in a store league and used to take me with him each league night. Since his league reserved its lanes by the hour instead of paying for the number of strings or frames bowled, we would get there early and I would be able to bowl a string for free, which was a big deal for me because we didn't have much money back then. This was New England, "candlepin bowling", where 100 a string is a pretty good score, and where the "world" champion usually had a league average of about 117 to 118. though in fairness to the world, candlepin bowling, even at its zenith, was only available to bowlers in a handful of northeastern states and a couple of Canadian provinces.
One night his team was short a man, so, under league rules, it was required to post a "dummy" score of 80 for each of those strings, and they let me bowl in that spot even though my scored wouldn't count. I was just eleven years old at the time and had an average of about 70, but I opened with the string of my young lifetime and got to hear the PA announcer proclaim, "Your attention pleeeeze. Leeetle Mikie ______ has a just beat his a daddy, 110 to 109." I followed that with an ordinary score, but marked in the last three frames of my last string, and so old man Caras got on the PA again and said, "Your attention, pleeeeze. Leeetle Mikie ____ has a just beat his a daddy again, 104 to 99." My father was mortified and stopped taking me bowling after that.