WRITE UP FOR WEEK # 6: SIX GRENADES
CAPTAIN'S LOG: DART DATE: 10-25-05
The early evening strategy talk would prove prescient. Lou and Frank were discussing whether it would be a good idea to slot a lesser player (i.e., not Glenn) in the lead off spot where the best players traditionally match up. The idea being to concede 2 points in order to have a more favorable match up later.
Lou: "I think maybe we should have someone dive on the grenade."
Frank: "But dude... they have six grenades."
Yep. That pretty much sums it up.
The Dartbags (Most Drinkin'est and Friendliest Team in NYC TM) played the roll of Custer. The team called Who's Gerald Liefer? played the Sioux Nation. And Tuesday night at George Keeley they staged a re-enactment of the Battle of The Little Bighorn -- Dart Style.
When the dust settled and the 'Bags were finished removing the arrows from their hats (and other places), the scoresheet would read --I can't believe I'm writing this-- the scoresheet would read "Gerald Liefer 22 - Dartbags 2."
That is not a typo.
Yes, we had a full team. Yes, we've actually have played that badly before without getting massacred. And yes, we actually lost 22-2.
What a fustercluck.
It started out unremarkably enough. Alphabag Glennjamin D. Pike squared off against Craig. Craig took a crisp 8 rounder that came down to the wire. In game 2, Pike started off 95, 95, 99 and won another 8 Round nailbiter. 1-1 after the first match.
And... that was about it. I'm not exactly sure how (or why) to recap... 20 straight losses, a feat not even the 2005 Kansas City Royals can claim. (They managed to only lose 19 straight.)
Oh, some were close. In fact, some were games we should have won. Then there were others that were over before you got a chance to finish your cigarette. But they all get scored in the loss column. 20 straight L's before Frank and Farty stopped the slide by taking the first double '01 game in the last pairing of the evening.
But... and here's the weird thing... it still managed to be a good night. We had fun. And we managed to take the beating with as much class as anyone could expect. There was, by my count, only 3 loud utterings of profanity, and 2 punched walls (no damage) over the course of the evening. Not bad when you consider that our team has some of the most intensely competitive people this side of Roger Clemens.
Maybe that's because we had the right ingredients. We had every 'Bag present except Big Friendly Tim who was in Canada (land of the moose, beaver and skinny bacon). We had pretty dames and plenty of 'em (i.e., Nellie, Gemma, Jen and Lillian). We had beer -- which is key. (Gotta have beer.) And we had our senses of humor, on which we would rely frequently over the course of the evening.
Aside from that the Fockers (they can change their name to Who's Gerald Liefer? but they're still the Fockers) were a fun team to play. They yucked it up a bit, but didn't rub it in our face. They kept the mood light. At one point Lil accidentally knocked a beer over. I asked who's it was in order to replace it and in an "I'm Spartacus!" moment 5 Fockers raised their hands.
Good stuff.
Actually... they reminded me of us from 2 seasons ago. It was like the time we played the Road House team and Carl "Biff" Casano expressed his frustration by saying, "We can't even hate you guys!" as we proceded to crush them 16-2.
The days of the patented "Dartbag Viking raids" (i.e., invade foreign turf, defeat natives in battle, drink all their beer and leave with their women) are over. At least for a while. This is a different kind of experience. In order to appreciate it, we have to remember what it was like when we started -- which shouldn't be that hard since it was just 2 years ago. Back then we sucked. And that's being generous. We staged a massive second half comeback to finish 6th in our C-3 division (right behind Walter's).
We lost a lot, but we also drank a lot. That's where we earned our reputation as the Most Drikin'est as well as the Friendliest (TM). We were competitive, but we always had a good time no matter what. Those were some of our best days.
It is time for us to remember who we are. We'll have better showings than this going forward. I guarantee it. We'll also have some time to get better. Our next match isn't until November 15th. That's when we play we play Gaf West up at our place.
Props... to everyone. This was our "Ishtar". But we still had a good time.
All comments are welcome. It would be nice to see some non-spam for a change.
That is all.
El Capitan
The early evening strategy talk would prove prescient. Lou and Frank were discussing whether it would be a good idea to slot a lesser player (i.e., not Glenn) in the lead off spot where the best players traditionally match up. The idea being to concede 2 points in order to have a more favorable match up later.
Lou: "I think maybe we should have someone dive on the grenade."
Frank: "But dude... they have six grenades."
Yep. That pretty much sums it up.
The Dartbags (Most Drinkin'est and Friendliest Team in NYC TM) played the roll of Custer. The team called Who's Gerald Liefer? played the Sioux Nation. And Tuesday night at George Keeley they staged a re-enactment of the Battle of The Little Bighorn -- Dart Style.
When the dust settled and the 'Bags were finished removing the arrows from their hats (and other places), the scoresheet would read --I can't believe I'm writing this-- the scoresheet would read "Gerald Liefer 22 - Dartbags 2."
That is not a typo.
Yes, we had a full team. Yes, we've actually have played that badly before without getting massacred. And yes, we actually lost 22-2.
What a fustercluck.
It started out unremarkably enough. Alphabag Glennjamin D. Pike squared off against Craig. Craig took a crisp 8 rounder that came down to the wire. In game 2, Pike started off 95, 95, 99 and won another 8 Round nailbiter. 1-1 after the first match.
And... that was about it. I'm not exactly sure how (or why) to recap... 20 straight losses, a feat not even the 2005 Kansas City Royals can claim. (They managed to only lose 19 straight.)
Oh, some were close. In fact, some were games we should have won. Then there were others that were over before you got a chance to finish your cigarette. But they all get scored in the loss column. 20 straight L's before Frank and Farty stopped the slide by taking the first double '01 game in the last pairing of the evening.
But... and here's the weird thing... it still managed to be a good night. We had fun. And we managed to take the beating with as much class as anyone could expect. There was, by my count, only 3 loud utterings of profanity, and 2 punched walls (no damage) over the course of the evening. Not bad when you consider that our team has some of the most intensely competitive people this side of Roger Clemens.
Maybe that's because we had the right ingredients. We had every 'Bag present except Big Friendly Tim who was in Canada (land of the moose, beaver and skinny bacon). We had pretty dames and plenty of 'em (i.e., Nellie, Gemma, Jen and Lillian). We had beer -- which is key. (Gotta have beer.) And we had our senses of humor, on which we would rely frequently over the course of the evening.
Aside from that the Fockers (they can change their name to Who's Gerald Liefer? but they're still the Fockers) were a fun team to play. They yucked it up a bit, but didn't rub it in our face. They kept the mood light. At one point Lil accidentally knocked a beer over. I asked who's it was in order to replace it and in an "I'm Spartacus!" moment 5 Fockers raised their hands.
Good stuff.
Actually... they reminded me of us from 2 seasons ago. It was like the time we played the Road House team and Carl "Biff" Casano expressed his frustration by saying, "We can't even hate you guys!" as we proceded to crush them 16-2.
The days of the patented "Dartbag Viking raids" (i.e., invade foreign turf, defeat natives in battle, drink all their beer and leave with their women) are over. At least for a while. This is a different kind of experience. In order to appreciate it, we have to remember what it was like when we started -- which shouldn't be that hard since it was just 2 years ago. Back then we sucked. And that's being generous. We staged a massive second half comeback to finish 6th in our C-3 division (right behind Walter's).
We lost a lot, but we also drank a lot. That's where we earned our reputation as the Most Drikin'est as well as the Friendliest (TM). We were competitive, but we always had a good time no matter what. Those were some of our best days.
It is time for us to remember who we are. We'll have better showings than this going forward. I guarantee it. We'll also have some time to get better. Our next match isn't until November 15th. That's when we play we play Gaf West up at our place.
Props... to everyone. This was our "Ishtar". But we still had a good time.
All comments are welcome. It would be nice to see some non-spam for a change.
That is all.
El Capitan
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