WRITE UP FOR WEEK #8: I'LL MAKE THIS BRIEF
CAPTAIN'S LOG: DART DATE: 5 - 08 - 06
This will be a brief recap. You don't need 800 words to describe dog feces.
It is what it is. And it stinks.
Perhaps Frank's cutting himself on a sharpened edge of the Rallybone on his way to Tempest should have been recognized for what it was -- a message from the Dart Gods that they we were in for a rough night.
Not even a pregame trip to Walter's or Cuppa Joe's delicious Jamaican Jerk chicken wings could invigorate the 'Bags. Nothing worked.
The 'Bags picked Monday to throw their worst darts of the season and paid the price against a new and improved Tempest gang. 5-7 after singles in which they had to switch the score keeper because his hand cramped up from writing down all the Tons. It was 6-12 after cricket. 7-17 is your final. Yes, they really did shoot that well. And, yes, we were that crappy.
As disgusted as we were, it didn't affect our sense of humor. Last night provided the best comedy of the year. Many good lines. Whether it was Marty's joining a discussion on rock climbing certification and explaining that he received his certification via the Internet.
Marty: I'm an "e-climber". I climbed Mt. E-verest.
Or when "We Built This City" by Starship came on (quite possibly the worst song EVER, they literally blast that song at hostage takers to get them to give up) and Tim cracked up the table by recalling the the "Mm Bop" incident of '04.
Tim: What the...? Did Colin get control of the jukebox again?
Or Frank's attempt at humor with the bartender.
Bartender: What can I get you?
Frank: Got any hemlock?
Bartender stares blankly for 3 seconds
Frank: Jameson rocks, please.
Or After glenn and Cup had the double-in-blues shooting at double top.
Frank: "Hey Cup....why don't you go down this time?"
Leading to Line of the Night (TM)
Cup: "Eff that! ...I'm not goin' down 'til later."
Next dart... double 20. Niiiiice.
What's that old expression? You have to laugh to keep from crying? Oh well. All you can do is push the reset button and try to do better next week. Feels like I've been saying that a lot lately. Probably because it's true.
So we'll file down the Rallybone, practice a bit, and rip it up again on Monday at Keeley's. Next week's opponent? Where's Cork? Always a good time.
Thanks to those who made it out and made it an enjoyable night overall (e.g., Nellie, Hannah, Jessie, Gemma).
That is all.
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All Star Recap:
THEM: Eleventy-hundred.
US: Like, freakin 2.
This will be a brief recap. You don't need 800 words to describe dog feces.
It is what it is. And it stinks.
Perhaps Frank's cutting himself on a sharpened edge of the Rallybone on his way to Tempest should have been recognized for what it was -- a message from the Dart Gods that they we were in for a rough night.
Not even a pregame trip to Walter's or Cuppa Joe's delicious Jamaican Jerk chicken wings could invigorate the 'Bags. Nothing worked.
The 'Bags picked Monday to throw their worst darts of the season and paid the price against a new and improved Tempest gang. 5-7 after singles in which they had to switch the score keeper because his hand cramped up from writing down all the Tons. It was 6-12 after cricket. 7-17 is your final. Yes, they really did shoot that well. And, yes, we were that crappy.
As disgusted as we were, it didn't affect our sense of humor. Last night provided the best comedy of the year. Many good lines. Whether it was Marty's joining a discussion on rock climbing certification and explaining that he received his certification via the Internet.
Marty: I'm an "e-climber". I climbed Mt. E-verest.
Or when "We Built This City" by Starship came on (quite possibly the worst song EVER, they literally blast that song at hostage takers to get them to give up) and Tim cracked up the table by recalling the the "Mm Bop" incident of '04.
Tim: What the...? Did Colin get control of the jukebox again?
Or Frank's attempt at humor with the bartender.
Bartender: What can I get you?
Frank: Got any hemlock?
Bartender stares blankly for 3 seconds
Frank: Jameson rocks, please.
Or After glenn and Cup had the double-in-blues shooting at double top.
Frank: "Hey Cup....why don't you go down this time?"
Leading to Line of the Night (TM)
Cup: "Eff that! ...I'm not goin' down 'til later."
Next dart... double 20. Niiiiice.
What's that old expression? You have to laugh to keep from crying? Oh well. All you can do is push the reset button and try to do better next week. Feels like I've been saying that a lot lately. Probably because it's true.
So we'll file down the Rallybone, practice a bit, and rip it up again on Monday at Keeley's. Next week's opponent? Where's Cork? Always a good time.
Thanks to those who made it out and made it an enjoyable night overall (e.g., Nellie, Hannah, Jessie, Gemma).
That is all.
--------------------
All Star Recap:
THEM: Eleventy-hundred.
US: Like, freakin 2.
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