WRITE UP FOR WEEK #3: APRIL FOOLS!
CAPTAIN'S LOG: DART DATE: 4 - 2 - 07
It looks like the Dart Gods took an extra day to play their April Fools joke on the Dartbags (Most Drinkin'est and Friendliest Dart Team in NYC TM). And what a kneeslapping, laugh riot it was! The Dartbags played their worst darts of the year and lost to Three Penny Opera -- are you ready? -- 18 to 6.
On hand was a pretty good crew. In addition to Glenn, Vince, Colin and Tim, Hopi and Nell made the scene. The only active bag who was missing was Ginz. He was celebrating the Jewish holiday.
Tim: So he's passing us over?
Colin: Would The Angel of Death even come to George Keeley?
1) Yes, and it's probably for the best; and 2) No, just The Angel of Sucky Darts.
Here's what happened.
First Glenn faced off against David. Piker didn't have his regular se of darts and had to go with a back up set. It showed. He managed to pull off a very nice 3 -1- D-1 to go out on 6 and steal the 2nd match. But that was it. 1-2
The Captain faced off against Hal. Again, mediocrity was the result. The Cap took the 2nd with a crisp 8 rounder. Unfortunately, that tasty center was sandwiched between two slices of crap. (Well, maybe not crap, but pretty subpar darts.) 2-4
The Vince got swept by Ed. The odds of that happening? That NEVER happens. But it did. 2-7
In the final frame Big Friendly Tim played Shuhei. The best he could manage was a game and just like that, we were down 3-9.
Glenn and Frank faced David and Ed in cricket. They dropped the first with some average play. In the second game, Glenn and Frank came out with some more fire and cruised to a comfortable win. In the last game, both teams were shooting quite well. Until Frank hit 2 17s, before missing the close with his third dart. Ed responded with 4 17s, and (thanks to inability to hit bulls) the 'Bags never caught up. Frustrating.
Up next was Vince and Colin "The Microwave" O'Donnell. They played Hal and Shuhei. The 'Bags led by Vince's R-5s took the first. Niiiice. We were happy about that. The 'Bags would drop the 2nd one. In the third one, more futility and late in the game the bad guys were up 71 points and had everything closed but the bullseye. So they start shooting 15s. Well, I know the math. But, why not take a crack at the bull a couple of times? In fact, I even asked them that very question. There's a fine line between smart pointing and firing up the other team. They crossed it. Colin stepped up and went D-bull, D-bull and nearly had C-5. He even had a rare word for the opponent.
Colin: That was for the 15s.
All I can say is, WOW. I mean, we can be an intense team. Tim can be brought to anger out of frustration. Frank can be brought to anger by perceived lapses in sportsmanship. Vince? He can be made angry by breathing oxygen. But how in THE hell do you make Colin angry? He's one of the mellowest dudes on the planet, let alone the team. Later he related his state of mind to Frank.
Colin: I've never hit a C-4 before (in league) but I was so mad...all I could see was the bullseye.
I felt like Emperor Palpatine talking to young Anakin.
Yes! Your anger is your power, Colin... Give in to the Darkside!!! But of course, if he did that, he wouldn't be Colin anymore. (He'd be "Darth Colin". And his helmet would obstruct his attempts to eat baklava before the match. He'd never go for it.)
The Dartbags' valiant comeback would fall short. 5-13
Frank and Vince started off doubles against Hal and David. There were 6 more points for the taking and we needed them all to regain our pride. (Or at least 5). But instead, it was more lackluster darts. The good guys of George Keeley dropped the first. In the second game, the 'Bags just couldn't double in. By the time we did, we were down 300 points. The other team was yukking it up. And Captain Furious lived up to his name. T-20, T-20, T-20. A patch for Frank and all of a sudden we had half a chance. (I'm telling you, there's something to this whole "anger thing".) It was probably the least celebrated Ton-80 ever. Who feels like doing a touchdown dance when it makes the score 49-7? Frank finally sunk a D-16, and the 'Bags completed a nice comeback. Then they lost the last one. Damnit. 6-15.
Glenn and Tim picked up the arrows for the last set of the night. Wasn't pretty. They dropped 3, throwing the sort of frustrating darts the rest of us did all night. 6-18. But what sticks in memory was not the darts. (The other team shot well. We didn't.) But the culmination of the evenings mood.
These were nice guys. Guys who shook your hand and wished you well everytime.It wasn't like some teams that have bonafide jerks on the roster who'll slow roll you or talk trash. They were, however; loud.
At first it was ... well, just fine really. Hey, enthusiasm is good.
As the match wore on it became... mildly disconcerting. But hey, we're all drinking, right?
But eventually it became 15-6. And every effort to regain our dignity ended in futility and frustration. At that point, hearing a teeth-rattling "YEAH!!!" after every big round, every win? Well, it was tough to swallow, putting in mildly.
Look, no one likes playing like crap. And it's even worse when you're getting killed. But having a Howard Dean Victory Scream ringing in your head after every possible celebratory occurrence? Let's say it made it difficult to be our usual amiable selves and it had the Captain seeing red.
But what can you do? (I mean besides play better). They kicked our butts, plain and simple. Acknowledge - and move on. And maybe practice a little on the doubles. Bottom line; we need to hit our outs or get ear plugs; and we will be seeing them again.
We play Average Jack at O'Flaherty's next week. It's right on Restaurant Row. Pretty cool. See you there. No Foolin' this time.
All Star Recap
Frank: 660
Tim: 429
Vince: 400
Glenn: 197
Colin: 125
It looks like the Dart Gods took an extra day to play their April Fools joke on the Dartbags (Most Drinkin'est and Friendliest Dart Team in NYC TM). And what a kneeslapping, laugh riot it was! The Dartbags played their worst darts of the year and lost to Three Penny Opera -- are you ready? -- 18 to 6.
On hand was a pretty good crew. In addition to Glenn, Vince, Colin and Tim, Hopi and Nell made the scene. The only active bag who was missing was Ginz. He was celebrating the Jewish holiday.
Tim: So he's passing us over?
Colin: Would The Angel of Death even come to George Keeley?
1) Yes, and it's probably for the best; and 2) No, just The Angel of Sucky Darts.
Here's what happened.
First Glenn faced off against David. Piker didn't have his regular se of darts and had to go with a back up set. It showed. He managed to pull off a very nice 3 -1- D-1 to go out on 6 and steal the 2nd match. But that was it. 1-2
The Captain faced off against Hal. Again, mediocrity was the result. The Cap took the 2nd with a crisp 8 rounder. Unfortunately, that tasty center was sandwiched between two slices of crap. (Well, maybe not crap, but pretty subpar darts.) 2-4
The Vince got swept by Ed. The odds of that happening? That NEVER happens. But it did. 2-7
In the final frame Big Friendly Tim played Shuhei. The best he could manage was a game and just like that, we were down 3-9.
Glenn and Frank faced David and Ed in cricket. They dropped the first with some average play. In the second game, Glenn and Frank came out with some more fire and cruised to a comfortable win. In the last game, both teams were shooting quite well. Until Frank hit 2 17s, before missing the close with his third dart. Ed responded with 4 17s, and (thanks to inability to hit bulls) the 'Bags never caught up. Frustrating.
Up next was Vince and Colin "The Microwave" O'Donnell. They played Hal and Shuhei. The 'Bags led by Vince's R-5s took the first. Niiiice. We were happy about that. The 'Bags would drop the 2nd one. In the third one, more futility and late in the game the bad guys were up 71 points and had everything closed but the bullseye. So they start shooting 15s. Well, I know the math. But, why not take a crack at the bull a couple of times? In fact, I even asked them that very question. There's a fine line between smart pointing and firing up the other team. They crossed it. Colin stepped up and went D-bull, D-bull and nearly had C-5. He even had a rare word for the opponent.
Colin: That was for the 15s.
All I can say is, WOW. I mean, we can be an intense team. Tim can be brought to anger out of frustration. Frank can be brought to anger by perceived lapses in sportsmanship. Vince? He can be made angry by breathing oxygen. But how in THE hell do you make Colin angry? He's one of the mellowest dudes on the planet, let alone the team. Later he related his state of mind to Frank.
Colin: I've never hit a C-4 before (in league) but I was so mad...all I could see was the bullseye.
I felt like Emperor Palpatine talking to young Anakin.
Yes! Your anger is your power, Colin... Give in to the Darkside!!! But of course, if he did that, he wouldn't be Colin anymore. (He'd be "Darth Colin". And his helmet would obstruct his attempts to eat baklava before the match. He'd never go for it.)
The Dartbags' valiant comeback would fall short. 5-13
Frank and Vince started off doubles against Hal and David. There were 6 more points for the taking and we needed them all to regain our pride. (Or at least 5). But instead, it was more lackluster darts. The good guys of George Keeley dropped the first. In the second game, the 'Bags just couldn't double in. By the time we did, we were down 300 points. The other team was yukking it up. And Captain Furious lived up to his name. T-20, T-20, T-20. A patch for Frank and all of a sudden we had half a chance. (I'm telling you, there's something to this whole "anger thing".) It was probably the least celebrated Ton-80 ever. Who feels like doing a touchdown dance when it makes the score 49-7? Frank finally sunk a D-16, and the 'Bags completed a nice comeback. Then they lost the last one. Damnit. 6-15.
Glenn and Tim picked up the arrows for the last set of the night. Wasn't pretty. They dropped 3, throwing the sort of frustrating darts the rest of us did all night. 6-18. But what sticks in memory was not the darts. (The other team shot well. We didn't.) But the culmination of the evenings mood.
These were nice guys. Guys who shook your hand and wished you well everytime.It wasn't like some teams that have bonafide jerks on the roster who'll slow roll you or talk trash. They were, however; loud.
At first it was ... well, just fine really. Hey, enthusiasm is good.
As the match wore on it became... mildly disconcerting. But hey, we're all drinking, right?
But eventually it became 15-6. And every effort to regain our dignity ended in futility and frustration. At that point, hearing a teeth-rattling "YEAH!!!" after every big round, every win? Well, it was tough to swallow, putting in mildly.
Look, no one likes playing like crap. And it's even worse when you're getting killed. But having a Howard Dean Victory Scream ringing in your head after every possible celebratory occurrence? Let's say it made it difficult to be our usual amiable selves and it had the Captain seeing red.
But what can you do? (I mean besides play better). They kicked our butts, plain and simple. Acknowledge - and move on. And maybe practice a little on the doubles. Bottom line; we need to hit our outs or get ear plugs; and we will be seeing them again.
We play Average Jack at O'Flaherty's next week. It's right on Restaurant Row. Pretty cool. See you there. No Foolin' this time.
All Star Recap
Frank: 660
Tim: 429
Vince: 400
Glenn: 197
Colin: 125
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