WRITE UP FOR WEEK #6: BACK IN THE VIN COLUMN
CAPTAIN'S LOG: DART DATE: 11 - 06 - 06
(NOTE: Special thanks to co-writer Cuppa Joe for providing much content this week.)
It was a good night at the GK. The Dartbags (Drinkin'est and Friendliest dart team in NYC TM) discovered the refreshing smoothness and powerful punch of Hoptimus Prime (which also gets credit for being one of the all time coolest names for a beer). We had a good crowd - Vince, Tim, Glenn and Nell (who had to leave early), Marty, Gemma, Jess and Cup. We hung out late and had fun. And -- for a refreshing change of pace -- we got a win . Hard to beat that.
Pike battling injury (much like Kirk Gibson in the 1988 World Series) faced off against Kevin in the first set. It was an impressive, yet frustrating performance. Pike managed to rack up a Dartbag record 646 ASPs. Even Glenn's hair hit a 95. But his boxer's thumb made it difficult to maintain consistency. He had 3 dart fumbles at the line (only one of which was recovered). Kevin also shot well and was quick to hit his doubles. The result were two disappointing losses. But Glennjamin managed to push through the pain and win an X war in the final frame to get us on the board; 1-2 Taint.
Frank faced off against Jim in set 2. The Captain was solid, but gave away the first game when Jim raced down from 190 in two turns to steal a victory for the bad guys. You can call the Frank, "Abbie Hoffman"... cause he was stuck in the 60s. 6 turns of 60 in the 2nd game set the pace and Frank nailed a D-10 for the win. The 3rd game was a close affair, but sitting on 4, The Furious One went 2, D-X to even the score at 3-3 for the day.
Cuppa faced off against Mark... or was it Ian Gallagher? Mark is 6'5'', he wore a t-shirt from his alma mater, Williams College, and bears a striking facial resemblance to original Dartbag, Big Ian. It was truly spooky. Anyway. Mark starts out the game by zipping a 97. How does Cup respond? First dart T-17. Oops. Second dart, T-19. Third dart... T-19 again. A TON-65? Are you kidding me? This officially marks the first and only time a Dartbag will ever hit this number. All 3 games were quick and hotly contested. When Cup took out a 70 to win another nailbiter he nearly broke Frank's hand doing a high five. 5-4 'Bags
Last, but certainly not least, was Vince vs. Rob. Vincenzo came out gunning with a T and T-25 on 2 of his first 3 throws. He finished the first game in 21 darts. Rob didn't know what hit him. But we did... it was Angry Vince. His second game was nearly as good and he finished in 9. Rob found his stride in the final game smacking 6 or 7 straight 60s to land on 40 and Vince actually was trailing sitting on 78. Vince stepped up and went first dart 5. (No problem). Second dart T-19. Third dart D-8. Good morning, good afternoon and good night. Great stuff from Vincenzo who combined 460 ASPs and "the deadliest closing from a Dartbag ever" according to Cup, who had a ringside seat.
Cup: He was so good I was laughing while I was keeping score.
Big sweep = 8-4.
But things would take a turn for the worse when Frank and Cup played Dartbag nemesis James O'Brien and Mark Raisbeck. James began the game by going R-5, R-7, R-5. Twos, threes and fours usually keep you in the game. But not this time. The 'Bags shot pretty well, but couldn't match the pace. It didn't help that Mark was chipping in with big rounds of his own (e.g., R-7, R-5). The 'Bags dropped the first two, but the final game was the one that was difficult to swallow. In a bullseye contest in which we were ahead 4-3, the normally reliable pair of Frank and Cup lost their way and gave away a win that was theirs for the taking. A bitter pill. 8-7 'Bags.
Cup: We ran into a buzzsaw named James O'Brien. (who hearby is known as Buzz)
It was up to Vince and Tim to right the ship. Vince was still sharp. He began the first game with an R-7. With heavy lifting from Vince and Tim chipping in, they never looked back. The second game saw a closer game, but it seemed like everytime Tim went to put 19 points on the board he'd hit a triple. Vince chipped in with an R-6. The result was a fat 130 pt lead. But 3 bulls from Kevin quickly turned the game back into... well, a game. We pointed. They hit bulls. Neither would give in. Neither would miss. It went on and on. Here's a brief list of things that last an hour.
A flight to Washington, D.C.
Five minutes of the Rachel Ray Show. (please don't ask me how I know this)
Vince and Tim vs. Kevin and Paul in cricket.
Ugh. Cuppa Joe had to yell "Wake up, Frank" twice during the match as The Captain kept score. (I wasn't sleeping by the way... just resting my eyes.) Eventually the good guys won. During the match, Tim got so frustrated he punched the wall hard enough for some people to wonder if he had broken his hand (thus joining Glenn and Frank on the hand-related injury report). But being the martial artist that he is, he knows how to punch wood. Let's just say, Tim's hand (and his Cornell University ring) won that battle.
In the third game... I don't actualy know what happened. I was asleep.
I mean resting my eyes.
But we lost that one. 10-8.
Frank'nTim played Buzz and Paul in '01. Decent darts by the homeboys, but Buzz was better. In the final frame, Frank came up big to hit a D-X to salvage a point and make it a 11-10 lead.
Vince'nCup finished off the evening against Drunk Jim and Kevin. In the first game Cup was on 104 and hit a 57 on his first dart. Sitting on 47 he called a conference on what to do next, against his better judgment he went for the 15... and hit a triple. Sitting on X he pondered what to do next.
Vince: You didn't come here to lay up... C'mon guy!
Drunk Jim: Yeah, go ferr thewinn, man! Thasa good out!
Cup said "F*** it". Well, he didn't literally say, "f*** it". But it undoubtedly captured the inner dialogue that led to his decision: Go for the win. Dart three was just high. Dang. The good guys sat on XX for a while but weren't able to drive the nail home and dropped game 1. But on the strength of quick ins, mucho 83s from Cup and more restaurant quality darts from Vincenzo, the took the final 2 games (the last on a clutch double 1 from Vince). The strong finish resulted in a 13-11 win.
Major kudos to Vince for his manliest of darts and, what I believe is a Dartbag record for ASPs. (Glenn may have hit more one time tho, gotta check). Cup looked like he was beginning to find his stroke too. We may be rounding into shape. Which is good. Because we have red hot Who Darted? in the next game on the road.
Fine work. Sorry about the lateness of the recap and special thanks to Cup for the co-authorship. We'll see you next time.
All Star Recap:
Vince: 820
Pike: 646
Cup: 457
Frank: 233
BFT: 101
Glenn's Hair: 95
(NOTE: Special thanks to co-writer Cuppa Joe for providing much content this week.)
It was a good night at the GK. The Dartbags (Drinkin'est and Friendliest dart team in NYC TM) discovered the refreshing smoothness and powerful punch of Hoptimus Prime (which also gets credit for being one of the all time coolest names for a beer). We had a good crowd - Vince, Tim, Glenn and Nell (who had to leave early), Marty, Gemma, Jess and Cup. We hung out late and had fun. And -- for a refreshing change of pace -- we got a win . Hard to beat that.
Pike battling injury (much like Kirk Gibson in the 1988 World Series) faced off against Kevin in the first set. It was an impressive, yet frustrating performance. Pike managed to rack up a Dartbag record 646 ASPs. Even Glenn's hair hit a 95. But his boxer's thumb made it difficult to maintain consistency. He had 3 dart fumbles at the line (only one of which was recovered). Kevin also shot well and was quick to hit his doubles. The result were two disappointing losses. But Glennjamin managed to push through the pain and win an X war in the final frame to get us on the board; 1-2 Taint.
Frank faced off against Jim in set 2. The Captain was solid, but gave away the first game when Jim raced down from 190 in two turns to steal a victory for the bad guys. You can call the Frank, "Abbie Hoffman"... cause he was stuck in the 60s. 6 turns of 60 in the 2nd game set the pace and Frank nailed a D-10 for the win. The 3rd game was a close affair, but sitting on 4, The Furious One went 2, D-X to even the score at 3-3 for the day.
Cuppa faced off against Mark... or was it Ian Gallagher? Mark is 6'5'', he wore a t-shirt from his alma mater, Williams College, and bears a striking facial resemblance to original Dartbag, Big Ian. It was truly spooky. Anyway. Mark starts out the game by zipping a 97. How does Cup respond? First dart T-17. Oops. Second dart, T-19. Third dart... T-19 again. A TON-65? Are you kidding me? This officially marks the first and only time a Dartbag will ever hit this number. All 3 games were quick and hotly contested. When Cup took out a 70 to win another nailbiter he nearly broke Frank's hand doing a high five. 5-4 'Bags
Last, but certainly not least, was Vince vs. Rob. Vincenzo came out gunning with a T and T-25 on 2 of his first 3 throws. He finished the first game in 21 darts. Rob didn't know what hit him. But we did... it was Angry Vince. His second game was nearly as good and he finished in 9. Rob found his stride in the final game smacking 6 or 7 straight 60s to land on 40 and Vince actually was trailing sitting on 78. Vince stepped up and went first dart 5. (No problem). Second dart T-19. Third dart D-8. Good morning, good afternoon and good night. Great stuff from Vincenzo who combined 460 ASPs and "the deadliest closing from a Dartbag ever" according to Cup, who had a ringside seat.
Cup: He was so good I was laughing while I was keeping score.
Big sweep = 8-4.
But things would take a turn for the worse when Frank and Cup played Dartbag nemesis James O'Brien and Mark Raisbeck. James began the game by going R-5, R-7, R-5. Twos, threes and fours usually keep you in the game. But not this time. The 'Bags shot pretty well, but couldn't match the pace. It didn't help that Mark was chipping in with big rounds of his own (e.g., R-7, R-5). The 'Bags dropped the first two, but the final game was the one that was difficult to swallow. In a bullseye contest in which we were ahead 4-3, the normally reliable pair of Frank and Cup lost their way and gave away a win that was theirs for the taking. A bitter pill. 8-7 'Bags.
Cup: We ran into a buzzsaw named James O'Brien. (who hearby is known as Buzz)
It was up to Vince and Tim to right the ship. Vince was still sharp. He began the first game with an R-7. With heavy lifting from Vince and Tim chipping in, they never looked back. The second game saw a closer game, but it seemed like everytime Tim went to put 19 points on the board he'd hit a triple. Vince chipped in with an R-6. The result was a fat 130 pt lead. But 3 bulls from Kevin quickly turned the game back into... well, a game. We pointed. They hit bulls. Neither would give in. Neither would miss. It went on and on. Here's a brief list of things that last an hour.
A flight to Washington, D.C.
Five minutes of the Rachel Ray Show. (please don't ask me how I know this)
Vince and Tim vs. Kevin and Paul in cricket.
Ugh. Cuppa Joe had to yell "Wake up, Frank" twice during the match as The Captain kept score. (I wasn't sleeping by the way... just resting my eyes.) Eventually the good guys won. During the match, Tim got so frustrated he punched the wall hard enough for some people to wonder if he had broken his hand (thus joining Glenn and Frank on the hand-related injury report). But being the martial artist that he is, he knows how to punch wood. Let's just say, Tim's hand (and his Cornell University ring) won that battle.
In the third game... I don't actualy know what happened. I was asleep.
I mean resting my eyes.
But we lost that one. 10-8.
Frank'nTim played Buzz and Paul in '01. Decent darts by the homeboys, but Buzz was better. In the final frame, Frank came up big to hit a D-X to salvage a point and make it a 11-10 lead.
Vince'nCup finished off the evening against Drunk Jim and Kevin. In the first game Cup was on 104 and hit a 57 on his first dart. Sitting on 47 he called a conference on what to do next, against his better judgment he went for the 15... and hit a triple. Sitting on X he pondered what to do next.
Vince: You didn't come here to lay up... C'mon guy!
Drunk Jim: Yeah, go ferr thewinn, man! Thasa good out!
Cup said "F*** it". Well, he didn't literally say, "f*** it". But it undoubtedly captured the inner dialogue that led to his decision: Go for the win. Dart three was just high. Dang. The good guys sat on XX for a while but weren't able to drive the nail home and dropped game 1. But on the strength of quick ins, mucho 83s from Cup and more restaurant quality darts from Vincenzo, the took the final 2 games (the last on a clutch double 1 from Vince). The strong finish resulted in a 13-11 win.
Major kudos to Vince for his manliest of darts and, what I believe is a Dartbag record for ASPs. (Glenn may have hit more one time tho, gotta check). Cup looked like he was beginning to find his stroke too. We may be rounding into shape. Which is good. Because we have red hot Who Darted? in the next game on the road.
Fine work. Sorry about the lateness of the recap and special thanks to Cup for the co-authorship. We'll see you next time.
All Star Recap:
Vince: 820
Pike: 646
Cup: 457
Frank: 233
BFT: 101
Glenn's Hair: 95
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