Don Carter is the Warren Spahn of bowling: he is a cautious, accurate pitcher, not an overpowering speedballer. As he shuffles lazily toward the alley, his right arm bent grotesquely at the elbow, the bowling ball cradled in his hands, he looks like a rookie waiter balancing a tray of martinis. Gently, he places the ball on the polished wood alley and watches as it meanders slowly toward the pins. The 60-ft. trip seems to take an eternity. But, more often than not, all the pins fall down
Carter has been bowling with just such effortless precision ever since he quit pro...
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