Talk about pressure. Try being on Barbra Streisand's bowling team. We bowl at a local lane every Tuesday night. Me, Randy Quaid, Paulie Shore, and Rosie Perez. Rosie and Barbra hate each other. Constant bickering, which impacts my concentration.
There can be no more pressure than being in the tenth frame in a tight match, standing there trying to focus while the songstress is sitting behind you snarling things like 'Don't screw this up, or you're walking home.'
She has a 208 average--Streisand is a great bowler, but very competitive, a perfectionist. The problem is she expects the rest of us to bowl up to her standards. More than once, her dictatorial leadership has left one or more of us in tears.
God help you if you roll a gutter ball.
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