We Stand Alone Together

I respectfully disagree with you, el capitan, on
a few things. Love ya, just hear me out.

Despite Lou describing my eternal "glass-half-full" attitude as
"a drop of milk-in a glass-can I have some peanutbutter please?",
I'm sticking to the fact that I walk away feeling pretty good.

Yes, we ran into a buzzsaw and proceeded to get transformed
into mulch, but what's happened so far this season
is pretty much in line with what I expected...what I think we
all should have expected.

You're all smoking crack if you thought otherwise.

You're higher than Timothy Leary if you thought that our
goal was any higher than to "not get demoted to B league".

That goal is still attainable.

And as far as the writeup is concerned,
stick to the normal routine. I know we got crushed, but
break it down...don't let the terrorists win.

Game by game breakdown.
Round by round breakdown.
Highlights...yes, there were some good darts thrown.
Wacky dartfarts...we can bust on ourselves.
Farty's 501 victory....COME ON, GUY.

Enquiring minds want to know.
("I want to know")

Every cloud has a silver lining.
Every dog has his day.
The sun don't shine on a...

...sleepin' dog's ass.

And all the rest of that stuff.

If God gives you nothin' but lemons, then
you make some lemonade.

The early bird catches the fuckin' worm.
Rome wasn't built in a day.

Ok, I'll stop. I can hear Lou yelling,
"COME ON, GUY!"...and I can feel RJ giving me
an incredulous stare...so I'll stop the ra-ra's.

But the main thing I wanted to
address is this:

"... they reminded me of us from 2 seasons ago."

Come on, guy.

We stand alone together (for you Farticus).

Like a pure bred puppy, we have our deficiencies.
But we'll not inbreed and turn into one of
these "super-mutt" all-star teams we're seeing in A.

I also recall us kicking ass quietly and gracefully.
We never yuk it up, chant, yell, etc. Fortunately,
we're cool enough, or don't really care enough,
(sans the 19th hole) for that to be an issue.

It's DARTS, GUUUUYYYYYYYY!

We win by having fun, playing the best we can,
and doing our best "shatner".

Point is, we're about as similar as Derek Jeter
is to John Rocker...so save the reminders and comparisons.

(see pya Lou for further details)

Go Dartbags.

-Pep

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

Tomorrow....

At 19:30 hours... we attack. Be there.

-Captain Solo

This just in

Could have been worse.

My apologies to Vince. He actually had 487 ASPs. He was so intensely disappointed, you never would've guessed it.

WRITE UP FOR WEEK # 5: BOILED IN THE KETTLE

CAPTAIN'S LOG: DART DATE: 10-18-05

Bouillabaise: (BOO-ye-BAYZ) n. -- A hearty fish stew made of cod, haddock, whitefish, prawns, onions, leeks, potatoes, tomatoes, vegetable stock, saffron and Dartbags.

Not a pretty night at Kettle of Fish. The beloved Dartbags, Most Drinkin'est and Friendliest Dart Team in NYC (TM), got cooked 10-14.

Things got off to a bad start with Frank in the leadoff spot. He played Andrew Doyle, one of the top gunners in the league. Not pretty. 0-2

Then Lou faced off against Melanie... also not pretty 0-4

Cup was called upon to stop the bleeding against Mike. Cup was huge. Joey Pep peppered the 9's. Cup took 2 and pocketed a handful of all star rounds to get us back in the game, 2-4

Then RJ played Nuala. He got blitzed. Swept again and now it was 2-6

WTF????

Vince faced off against Brian and notched a victory. 3-7

Pike left us on a good note by shooting the lights out. A 7-turner, followed by an 8-turner with 452 ASPs to boot. Kaem didn't stand a chance. Great darts.

5-7 at the break.

Pike and RJ started us off in cricket against Nuala and Sue. And boy did they ever. RJ was excellent. Pike was sick. They shredded the opposition. So much so the other team actually clapped for them after the games. 7-7.

Frank and Lou faced off against Mike and Kaem. They got out of the gate slowly and made it interesting in the end with some corks. But fell short. In the second game they started out R-5, R-3, R-5 and coasted to a win. Still even at 8-8.

Vince and Cup then squared off against Brian and Dartbag nemesis Andrew Doyle. Vince hit some big darts and some a number of big rounds by Cup (big points, clutch closes) weren't enough and they dropped a pair of heartbreakerss. 8-10 headed into the final lap.

Pike and Lou went first and dropped the first, wasting some manly darts by Glenn. But a 92-On by Lou got it started in game 2. The Good Guys extended to a big lead with 56 left Glenn put the 'Bags on X. That actually made things interesting. But when it got close, Lou hit the mark to salvage the tie. 9-11.

Frank and Tim went up against Doyle and Sue. Uninspired darts led to two losses for The Friendly and the Furious. 9-13. And with that we guaranteed the loss.

Vince and Cup went last and split (details escape me, I know Cup did some good things and I think Vince doubled us out) to close out. 10-14

And that was that. A subpar effort in A league leads to sure losses.

It was a disappointing evening. We all wanted to play better (except Pike and Cup, who shot very well). But it's not something to hang our heads about. There was probably a few funny things said, worthy of Line of the Night (TM). But I can't remember them, they appear to have been washed away by the sea of frustration that seemed to swallow up the team last night.

Which brings me to another point: We are going to take our lumps, fellas. But we're gonna get better too. We always do over the course of a year. Count on it. Regardless, let's remember who we are. We are the Dartbags, Most Drinkin'est and Friendliest Team in NYC (TM). It didn't feel like it as much last night. Maybe because we are cast in an unfamaliar role. A-1 is full of big names with flashy dart pedigrees.

We're the other guys.

We're the gritty underdogs. We're the cardiac kids with big hearts. We're the rag-tag band of gyspies. We didn't get invited to this party. We crashed it. We're Rudy. We're Rocky. We are Han F*cking Solo.

And guess what... next week we take on the Death Star.

That's right, the Fockers.

A guy on the Fockers when he learned we were playing them this season said to me,

"You're gonna get killed. Literally killed."

Frankly that sounded a bit threatening to me. Literally killed? Does this mean I should wear a kevlar vest? Notify my next of kin!

Well, I just smiled and said, "We'll see what happens."

Here's my plan. We drink a lot. We laugh a lot. We root each other on. We take it to 'em. And no matter what, we have a helluva a good time and walk out of there feeling good.

That's my plan. Who's with me?

And you know what? Sometimes the underdogs win too.

Big Props: Pike and Cup. Best darts all year. They carried us all night.

Props also to Jane, Nell, Jess, and Gemma. Our darts did not distinguish us last night, but our company did. We still had the best looking women in the bar by our sides. We always do.

Props to Farty: For not mailing it in and showing up, even though he was too late to play.

I can't find the sheet for ASPs.

But I know it went something like this:

Pike: 732 (that may be a new record)
Cup: A lot.
The rest of us: Not much at all.

This Just In...

We actually gain on a playoff spot.

RJ becomes the only guy in the league with 2 Patches.

Frank gets a refill for his cup of coffee with the all star team.

Way to go Walter

Apparently, Mr. Cronkite is
helping us out.

Keep it up cowboy.

WRITE UP FOR WEEK # 4: ESCAPE FROM McCARTHY'S

CAPTAIN'S LOG: DART DATE: 10-11-05

The Dartbags (Most Drinkin'est and Friendliest Dart team in NYC) returned to McCarthy's Bar. The last time the 'Bags were there was the first leg of the B Championship where they tied 9-9 with McCarthy's Chameleons. Many of those Chameleons were back (Huboyt, Jason Vorhees, Colin, Angel, etc), but the McCarthyites also picked up a couple of big time shooters, most notably Terrence "The Demon" Demendonca and Mike Murray.

With a few pints under their belts and Nellie and Jess there adding some style and funkiness, the 'Bags were ready to rumble.

Pike faced off against Terrence in the primo heavy weight fight of the night. Pike took the first with some impressive darts. He dropped the second, but splitting with Terrence is a noteworthy feat in and of itself. 1-1

Frank then took on Mike in round two. It, uh, didn't work out so great. After getting out of the gate strong he faded and dropped a pair. 1-3
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To disappointing results, Frank wore his recently purchased "Mark Martin #6" NASCAR cap that bears the logo of Martin's team sponsor... Viagara.

Vince piped up: "Since when is Frank doing ads for Viagara?"... which led to...

LINES OF THE NIGHT: RJ and Glenn (without missing a beat) imitating a commercial for male erectile dysfunction

RJ: Have your darts been drooping lately?

Glenn: Do you suffer from embarrassing "bounce outs"?
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Restaurant quality comedy there, folks.

That brought up Louis. Louis was sharp, dropping ASPs and hitting strange outs. A double 17 on purpose? Hey, he's an artist. Artists are quirky. Good job by Lou getting the sweep. 3-3

At this point, Frank's cool tunes on the jukebox (Bare Nakeds mainly) were suddenly, some would say suspiciously, pre-empted. And the questions linger... Was it some brilliant psy-ops on the part of the other team? Did someone mean to punch in song number 8504, but hit the "wussy" button insead. Perhaps a 45 year old divorcee fresh off a Lifetime Channel estrogen-fest thought now would be a good time request 20 bucks worth of crap while she drowned her sorrows in cheap wine. Hell, maybe the jukebox just got its period. But what happened next can only be described as a CarlySimon-athon.

We may never know the reason why. But we do know this: Carly Simon is Kryptonite to the Dartbags.

It started out with "You're So Vain". Fine. Decent song. We can all deal with that... but it just kept going... and going... one obscure Carly ballad leading into the next. It was a nightmare.

Vince couldn't get it going. He dropped a pair. 3-5

And Carly's still warbling.

Cup couldn't get it going. He dropped a pair. 3-7

Carly's still bitching about who knows what.

RJ drops the first. 3-8

Carly's STILL yammering away about "clouds in her coffee" or some f*ckin' thing that makes NO SENSE WHATSOEVER! Holy Midol, Batman.

If Carly Simon is reading this blog now. Let me just say this. Don't even think about showing up at George Keeley next week. I'm serious. Don't do it. We hate you. We hate you, Carly Simon. Everyone last one of us. With your mouth better suited to harvesting plankton in the North Atlantic than singing your interminably whiny adult contemporary female power anthems, we despise you. A pox upon your house, Carly Simon. May you be performing a duet with Mama Cass any day now. In fact, can we buy you a ham sandwich?

For the first time in my life, I sympathize with James Taylor.

(About the divorce, okay? That's all I'm saying here. Please don't read into that one too much and start writing me nasty letters.)

Anyway, RJ finally broke the Carly Curse but it wasn't easy. It came down to a XX battle with Nikki. It should be called a XXX battle, because this was the dart equivalent of pornography.The game was longer than "Waterworld" viewed in super slo-mo and nearly as boring.

Lou (to RJ): Aim high.

RJ (with perfect calmness and eloqution): It's irrelevant.

Thankfully, mercifully, RJ ended the farce and stopped the bleeding. He was so frustrated he considered leaving for the night right then and there.

We would be glad he didn't.

At the end of Singles... it was 8-4 McCarthy's. Wow. That's pretty ugly.

Pike 'n Lou squared off against the newly acquired gunslingers from the other team --Terrence and Mike. Tough draw. Pike and Lou shot well in game one and nearly took it. They put themselves in a position to win, but a bull run by the bad guys and 3 corks to win it from Mike sealed their fate. Disappointing loss. But the good guys came out strong in the second game. Well, sort of. Glenn missed on his first turn. But so did Terrence. Lou followed with 5 20s, and the 'Bags never looked back.

Absolutely wrecked two of the best players in the league. Pike chipping in with two R-6s and more R-5s than you could shake a stick at.

Not that you'd want to... cause, you'd probably have to go outside to even find a stick...and, really, what's the point anyway?... Moving on. 5-9

Frank and Vince took on Huboyt and Nikki. Some heroic darts by Vince in game one led the charge and the 'Bags won a convincing victory. The motor stalled in game two and the 'Bags developed R Kelly Disease (Trouble with 15s and 16s). Too much to overcome. Bitter loss. 6-10

Last up was Cuppa Joe and RJ. They got out of the gate slowly. So slowly that the other team was beginning to really yuck it up. Smiling. Laughing. Making droll and whimsical observations.

We hate that.

When I went to the bathroom we were down 80 points and had many numbers open. When I came back, it was noticably quieter. I looked at the board... what the hell happened?

RJ hit seven 15s. Few things silence a crowd faster than seven 15s. Cup had chipped in with some closes and points and the 'Bags stormed back to take a victory.

Then they lost the second leg. Splitsville again. 7-11

Frank and Marty teamed up for the 'Bags for the homestretch. They took on Mike and Jason. The good guys got in on the first turn and had a chance to go out, but couldn't cash it in fast enough. The second game would be down to the wire again. Good darts played by all involved. They traded blows on the way down before the 'Bags shook loose. Frank hit a ton. Mike answered with a ton. How would Marty respond? First dart... a 1. Marty said (internally, he didn't actually verbalize this)... screw the ton. He switched to 19s. First dart -Triple, next dart - Triple. I'll see your Ton and raise you 15. Nice answer? YOO BETCHA! Frank took it out to earn the split. 8-12.

Pike and RJ teamed up in Terrence and Huboyt. Pike and Terrence faced off in every round. They couldn't get away from each other. True battles. Worth the price of admission. (Well, it would be. If there were a cover.)

Pike was throwing with purpose alternatively peppering the 19s and 20s. And the Surgeon,fueled by the bottomless well of rage and self-loathing from the first round, hit nine 19s.

SURGICAL STRIKE!!!

So RJ earns another patch to go along with his Ton-80 patch. We had one patch through 4 seasons. RJ gets 2 in 3 weeks. Great stuff, by Ricardo Diego Morrow.

It added up to a a split. 9-13

With the tie now out of reach, Vince-Cup would attempt to salvage the last two points. They faced Colin and Angel to end the evening. Vince was sharp, doubling in first turn and then doubling out of game one and chipping in with a Ton and Ton-20. Cup liked what he saw and had an In'N'Out Burger to end the evening. Two impressive victories by Vincenzo and Cuppa (Some of their best darts all season) to close the gap to 11-13 and send the 'Bags home on a good note.

And that was that. It ended up an 11-13 "loss" to an improved McCarthy's team. It was a true team effort. Everyone contributed points. Everyone hit some all stars for good measure. We definitely had our chances in this one to walk away more points, but the slow start (and f*cking Carly Simon) killed us. Still, taking 11 points in their house is nothing to hang your head about. They are a tough team.

I'd like to offer an observation from cricket. Closing numbers is a good idea. But when we're down significantly points you need to adopt the mentality that we can hit 2-3 bullseye per turn when we need to. Because we can. And we need to. Multiple bulls a turn is no longer too much to ask. (A lot, but not too much). Maybe we need to practice corks more to get comfortable with the concept. But trust El Capitan. We're at that level now.

Next week we head down to Kettle of Fish to play... Kettle of Fish. (Who's naming these A League Team's anyway? Geez.)

We'll see you then.
ASP Recap: 2317, a new team record.

Pike: 530 (Welcome back to Pikeville)
Vince: 440 (A Ton-20... not bad for 2 darts)
Frank: 421 (Probably drops from the All Star Team)
RJ: 416 (Patches O'Houlihan does it again!)
Lou: 215 (And the big sweep too)
Cup: 200 (Joey Pep smackin' 20's)
Marty: 115 (On the board, with 6 big 19s)

This Just In...

In the same spot, but making progress on everyone.

And Frank gets the proverbial "cup of coffee" with the All Star Team.

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WRITE UP FOR WEEK # 3: IN THE WIN COLUMN

CAPTAIN'S LOG: DART DATE: 10-04-05

Let's run down the checklist.

The Yankees won. (check)

The Red Sox lost. (check)

And the Dartbags (Most Drinkin'est and Friendliest Team in NYC) kissed Sweet Lady Victory for the first time in A. (big check)

With all apologies to Farty... that's what we call a tri-fecta.

The Dartbags took on Thieves, Fakirs & Rogues, and walked away with a 15-9 result on the upper west side. The night had a very different feel. With a light crowd and the sound of the Yankee game on all you could hear were the people behind you and Joe Buck on TV. Odd darting environment.

The 'Bags went into battle without a full contingent. Cup, Marty and Colin (more on that later) weren't there. But America's Favorite Actress Nell Teare, Original Dartbaguette Hope, and Lillian C were there to pick up the slack, eat french fries, cheer,(and Lil's case, record the All Stars).

Pike got out of the gate slowly against Jay which was too bad because Jay has a very interesting superstition. He makes a point of always hitting a triple 20 on his first dart for every turn. Unbelievable. He took the first before Glenn kicked it into gear and won the second leg in a flourish. 1-1

El Capitan threw some good ones. He swept Barry by winning one legitimately and sneaking up and stealing the second. 3-1

Next up was R.J. "Patch" Morrow. He faced off against Harlan -- a good shot in anyone's book. RJ was sharp, threw some good darts and followed Frank's lead by committing petty larceny to complete a sweep. 5-1

That brought up Vince. Vince was solid -- especially his much improved "short game" -- and took the first one before dropping the second to Kenji. 6-2

The next round was a big match up. Literally. Big Friendly Tim found himself up against Large Amiable BC -- combined weight: 587 Lbs. Tim had the same sort of focus he had at the Gaf and walked away with an impressive sweep. (Nice.) Two more wins for the BFT and with that we were officially rolling in 8-2 'Bags.

That brought in Louis, who selflessly (and in all likelihood against better judgment) took a break from work to help the team. And, as usual, trouble would find him in the form of a very tough opponent. In this case, it was Gerard Leary who threw a cricket game so nasty against us in a playoff, that his darts defied previously immutable laws of mathematics by splitting in two in mid air and hitting multiple triples.

(At least that's how I remember it).

But like Cris Carter who "all he does is catch touchdown passes", all Lou does is beat All Stars. Yes, he dropped the first one. And yes, in the second match the jackass twice tried to bust by hitting 11/14 but MISSED THE BOARD, putting him on crappy odd numbers. He was on 3. Gerard was on 32. But then, suddenly, after flailing his way down from 100, he calmly went 1, Double 1 on his first two darts to take the match.

Lou Henry, ladies and gentlemen. Next show is at 11:00. Please tip your waitresses generously.

It was now 9-3 Dartbags heading into Cricket. It was beginning to feel like old times at Keeley's.

Glenn and Lou took on Jay and Barry. They staged an amazing comeback, thanks in large part to Pike who threw monster darts (C-3, R-5 etc.) and Louis chipping in bullseyes two at a time to help them steal the first. In the second, Lou had a handful of R-4s Glenn hit 2 R-5s and a C-3 and the 'Bags rolled. 11-3 'Bags.

Vince and RJ faced Harlan and Gerard. A tall order. Too tall this time. The Rogues took a pair. (Hey. It's A. This sort of thing is gonna happen on a regular basis.) 11-5

Frank and Tim would write the final cricket chapter of the night. They got out of the gate slowly and with 4 numbers wide open to only one on the other team, it looked like they were dead in the water. Then BFT hit seven 16s. That provided the spark. Following that a very nice, but very loud, rah-rah type-player on the other team ("THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN'BOUT!!!") hit a 19 to put them up 4 bullseyes. His teammate offered encouragement, "We'll take the 19!" The response? "No we won't. I want a double bull!" That provided the lighter fluid. Fire f*cking lit.

LINE OF THE NIGHT: FRANK TO THE OTHER PLAYER

"...Take the 19."

A highly p*ssed off Captain followed that with 4 corks. Tim closed the 15s. Frank followed with 3 more angry corks. And sank the winner on the next round.

Monster comeback by the 'Bags. And they won the second leg too.

To their credit, the opposing players were very sportsmanlike about what had to be a bitter loss.

13-5 after cricket

Vince and RJ took on Barry and Jay in Double 01. Capt. Barry, a dangerous gunner, finally got hot. Multiple tons and quick outs led to 2 points for the Thieves, Fakirs and Rogues.

At this point we were down a man. Lou had to leave for the evening. We sent out an APB Calling All Dartags. We tried the phones. We climbed to a rooftop and sounded a conch shell. We shined a giant Dart over Gotham City... and Colin "The Microwave" O'Donnell answered the call.

He left a quiet evening of spending time with mother (who was in town) to come over to GK. It made the difference. He provided enough points to get UberBag, Glenn Pike down to doubling range. Pike sank a D-16 to take the first. They dropped the second to Gerry and Harlan. But yeoman's effort by Pike and by Colin for making the scene.

It was Frank and Tim in the last leg. Nobody could double in. Finally Tim got us in to play catchup. The good guys did catch up and took the first. They dropped the second in an X battle that went on waaaaay too long. This last match marked the first time all year that BFT had lost. That's right. Tim "I'm not sure I'm ready for A league" was 7 for 7 before that.

The final score was 15-9.

Tip your cap to the Thieves, Fakirs and Rogues. They were nice guys and good sports all of them. They didn't bring their best darts. They know that and so do we. But it didn't stop them from being good company and rooting on the Yanks.

Mega Props to Lou and Colin for answering the call.

Big Props to Big Friendly who was dynamite all night long.

Props to the rest of us for contributing to our first Victory ever.

ALL STAR RECAP:

Frank: 520 (500+ again)
RJ: 395 (What? No patch?)
BFT: 257 (Why can't you just hit a normal ton like everyone else?)
Pike: 195 (Too bad R-5s don't count)
Vince: 98 (Consecutive ASP streak in order)

Next week return to... McCarthy's.

Mind you, this is not the same McCarthy's we beat in the playoffs last year. This is the McCarthy's who picked up 2 good players and recently beat Kettle 18-6.

We'll have our hands full.

Good job, everyone.

We'll see you then.

George Carlin...

George Carlin:

It's Not a Sport

"Darts could have been a sport, because at least there's a chance to put someone's eye out. But, alas, darts will never be a sport, because the whole object of the game is to reach zero, which goes against all sports logic."

Hat Tip to Colin (and Rachel).