WRITE UP FOR WEEK #13: FLATTENED AT FLANNERY'S
CAPTAIN'S LOG: DART DATE: 6 - 12 - 06
It was a comedy of errors at Flannerys' Monday night. First, Rob E filled out the line up sheet that belonged to the people playing next to us, resulting in a confused, and perhaps terrified, bunch of B Leaguers. Then someone dumped a beer on the scoresheet, resulting in the need for refills (the sheet and the beer). Frank contributed to the saga, by starting to write in the Dartbag cricket line up on the wrong side but caught himself. Undeterred, Frank proceeded to fill out the entire line up for double '01 on the wrong side. Thankfully, Roger was present to bring order to the chaos and ensure that we wouldn't be penalized. Unfortunately, the score sheet had a better night than we did.
The Dartbags (Most drinkin'est and friendliest dart team in NYC TM) faced off against familiar foes, Who Darted?, down at Flannery's. They are a team that we usually play even. But not this time. The good guys dropped the contest 15-9.
Absent from the proceedings were usual 'Bag stalwarts Marty and BFT. The Microwave made a Cameo. Dartbaguttes, Hope, Nellie and Gemma were there providing good cheer (and receiving what appeared to be an all time record fro bear hugs from friends on other teams.)
We started out by sending out reigning A-2 MVP, Glenn Pike, playing at the bar in which he earned that honor. Unfortunately, the familiar surroundings were not enough to overtake a painful thumb injury. That, and the fact that Rob T was down to 118 after just 3 rounds. (W0w.) Rob T won the first. But Glenn responded strong in game two to draw blood and even the match. He lost a naibiter in the 3rd leg, and the 'Bags were down
The Capt. followed against Ken. The first was a lackluster affair in which the players hit more "40 somethings" than George Hamilton at a Beverly Hills PTA meeting. But Frank managed to stick a double 10 for the W. Then he took the second. The third game devolved into a X vs. X battle that should not be viewed by young, impressionable dart players. But a missed board seemed to snap Frank out of the funk and he thankfully stuck the last one. That 3 wins for the good guys and suddenly we had a 4-2 lead.
Up next was Vince against Rob E. Vince, clad in his traditional "Bloody Mary's" souvenir t-shirt also consumed his tradtional pre-game meal (fittingly?) the whitest sandwich known to Man: Turkey and cheese with mayo... on white. (Can I get a quart of whole milk with that please? And a Pat Boone LP?). The delicious and nutiritous pre-game meal did its job, focusing Vince's mind and body, as he surged to victory doubling out while the opponent was barely under 200. However, the double-edged sword that is "turkey on white" negatively impacted our angry friend when the tryptophan kicked in. Rob E began to find his groove and took the final two matches. 5-4, 'Bags.
Vince and Glenn took on the Robs. It was a frustrating match for the 'Bags. The Robbed us blind. 7-11.
Vince and Cup teamed up for the doubles 01. We just didn't have our mojo. It doesn't take much to lose in this league. The windows of opportunity are small, often shuttered, and sometimes non-existent. They were hitting their outs. We weren't. The skid continued. 7-14
We needed to change things up. Much like Rocky Balboa in his first title fight against Apollo Creed, Glenn switched to southpaw in Double 01, throwing left-handed to relieve pressure on his thumb. What the hell? Nothing else was working. The 'Bags trailed much of the way, but the WhoDarted?s stalled out at the end and Frank stole it with a first dart D-12. In the second match, the 'Bags got a sniff of a double out, but Kats and Ken were up to the task. With one match left, Frank was losing his battle to Woodpecker Cider, pain or no pain, Glenn would need to step up.
The other team was on 32. We were on 8. We could sense it would be our last chance. 1st dart - miss. 2nd dart - miss. I swear the strains of The Natural started playing in the distance, time slowed down, and if you looked closely, you could see the bloodstain from his operation spreading on the side of his shirt... Final Dart? Well let's just say there is Willis Reed. Kirk Gibson. Kerri Strug.... and Glenn Pike. Way to suck it up and end the night on a high note.
So we lost 9-15 in another subpar effort. As Vince was heard to say in commentary:
Vince: Lost season.
Yep. Afraid so. We will continue our quest (our goals seemingly becoming more modest each week) to finish out of the cellar. We will have to do so without Big Friendly Tim and without Vince (Congratulations, Vince and Jane. Enjoy Fiji.). We play the Taint, a team we outscored last time. See you at George Keeley.
That is all.
Capt. Furious
It was a comedy of errors at Flannerys' Monday night. First, Rob E filled out the line up sheet that belonged to the people playing next to us, resulting in a confused, and perhaps terrified, bunch of B Leaguers. Then someone dumped a beer on the scoresheet, resulting in the need for refills (the sheet and the beer). Frank contributed to the saga, by starting to write in the Dartbag cricket line up on the wrong side but caught himself. Undeterred, Frank proceeded to fill out the entire line up for double '01 on the wrong side. Thankfully, Roger was present to bring order to the chaos and ensure that we wouldn't be penalized. Unfortunately, the score sheet had a better night than we did.
The Dartbags (Most drinkin'est and friendliest dart team in NYC TM) faced off against familiar foes, Who Darted?, down at Flannery's. They are a team that we usually play even. But not this time. The good guys dropped the contest 15-9.
Absent from the proceedings were usual 'Bag stalwarts Marty and BFT. The Microwave made a Cameo. Dartbaguttes, Hope, Nellie and Gemma were there providing good cheer (and receiving what appeared to be an all time record fro bear hugs from friends on other teams.)
We started out by sending out reigning A-2 MVP, Glenn Pike, playing at the bar in which he earned that honor. Unfortunately, the familiar surroundings were not enough to overtake a painful thumb injury. That, and the fact that Rob T was down to 118 after just 3 rounds. (W0w.) Rob T won the first. But Glenn responded strong in game two to draw blood and even the match. He lost a naibiter in the 3rd leg, and the 'Bags were down
The Capt. followed against Ken. The first was a lackluster affair in which the players hit more "40 somethings" than George Hamilton at a Beverly Hills PTA meeting. But Frank managed to stick a double 10 for the W. Then he took the second. The third game devolved into a X vs. X battle that should not be viewed by young, impressionable dart players. But a missed board seemed to snap Frank out of the funk and he thankfully stuck the last one. That 3 wins for the good guys and suddenly we had a 4-2 lead.
Up next was Vince against Rob E. Vince, clad in his traditional "Bloody Mary's" souvenir t-shirt also consumed his tradtional pre-game meal (fittingly?) the whitest sandwich known to Man: Turkey and cheese with mayo... on white. (Can I get a quart of whole milk with that please? And a Pat Boone LP?). The delicious and nutiritous pre-game meal did its job, focusing Vince's mind and body, as he surged to victory doubling out while the opponent was barely under 200. However, the double-edged sword that is "turkey on white" negatively impacted our angry friend when the tryptophan kicked in. Rob E began to find his groove and took the final two matches. 5-4, 'Bags.
Joey Pep went up against long time 'Bag nemesis, Kats. Cup never quite found his groove. (Unless, by groove you mean the Triple 7, in which case he found it every other turn.) Kats wasn't super sharp, but it was enough. 3 wins for the bad guys and at the end of the singles, the 'Bags trailed 5-7.
Frank and Cup started up cricket against Kats'nKen. The Furious One was on his game, dropping R-6s and R-5s. They built up a solid lead, closed the numbers and when Cup popped the last cork, they had taken the first. Kats'nKen came back strong in the second match, aided by a big R-6 from Mark and won a close one in the sequel. Some more Furious darts with Cuppa chipping in provided the difference in the rubber match. And the D'Bags had done something they haven't done enough of this year: "win" cricket. For what its worth, this was clearly Frank's best cricket of the season, and he vows now to drink cider during all upcoming cricket matches. 7-8.
Vince and Glenn took on the Robs. It was a frustrating match for the 'Bags. The Robbed us blind. 7-11.
Vince and Cup teamed up for the doubles 01. We just didn't have our mojo. It doesn't take much to lose in this league. The windows of opportunity are small, often shuttered, and sometimes non-existent. They were hitting their outs. We weren't. The skid continued. 7-14
We needed to change things up. Much like Rocky Balboa in his first title fight against Apollo Creed, Glenn switched to southpaw in Double 01, throwing left-handed to relieve pressure on his thumb. What the hell? Nothing else was working. The 'Bags trailed much of the way, but the WhoDarted?s stalled out at the end and Frank stole it with a first dart D-12. In the second match, the 'Bags got a sniff of a double out, but Kats and Ken were up to the task. With one match left, Frank was losing his battle to Woodpecker Cider, pain or no pain, Glenn would need to step up.
The other team was on 32. We were on 8. We could sense it would be our last chance. 1st dart - miss. 2nd dart - miss. I swear the strains of The Natural started playing in the distance, time slowed down, and if you looked closely, you could see the bloodstain from his operation spreading on the side of his shirt... Final Dart? Well let's just say there is Willis Reed. Kirk Gibson. Kerri Strug.... and Glenn Pike. Way to suck it up and end the night on a high note.
So we lost 9-15 in another subpar effort. As Vince was heard to say in commentary:
Vince: Lost season.
Yep. Afraid so. We will continue our quest (our goals seemingly becoming more modest each week) to finish out of the cellar. We will have to do so without Big Friendly Tim and without Vince (Congratulations, Vince and Jane. Enjoy Fiji.). We play the Taint, a team we outscored last time. See you at George Keeley.
That is all.
Capt. Furious
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