Looking up at the monitor and seeing the front 10 was just kind of a weird feeling. The only other time I have been in that situation was in no-tap. Well the first ball in the tenth frame was a little nerve racking, to say the least, but hit a little high. The second ball I threw a couple boards outside my mark and it came back and hit the pocket light. Well needless to say I was sweatin and pretty damn nervous on the last ball. The only thing I thought when I was in my back swing was "Well here we go" and well to say the least I kind of pulled it a little bit but stuck and rocked to pocket. It was one of the best feelings in my short bowling career. I really don't know what happend that night but I ran the front 7 of the next game to finish out with 728 series, my third one of the season.