Heh a good week, settling in at work, getting along well with the Paj, and got me first f/n pay nice and flawless like. Most of it is squirrelled away but some labile funds remain for expenses and cutting loose this weekend. Go CATS!
PG Out.
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Boooyah!
Hah I have a job in Melbourne at last! THIS time its got career prospects and of course really I couldn't give a shit bout the work long as its sciency and in Melbourne! Ha hah ha hah! Look out sporting capital of the universe, ready or not, here I come!
:)
The stats:
ALS lab group
Lab Tech
Springvale
PG Out.
:)
The stats:
ALS lab group
Lab Tech
Springvale
PG Out.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
East Enders Shipwrecked!
Last Monday the darts team sailed out to Carpenters Rocks and were thus wrecked upon the Rocks Tavern. After splitting the triples 2-0 and 1-2 it was a prompt whitewash in the doubles with not even Ron and I able to stop the rot. 1-4 down after the teams games is a death sentence and after Ant lost in the sacrificial #1 singles spot that the ol man in his forsight had left me out of, we were on wood.
However after taking the first leg playing at #2 (same time as Ant but on right board) my opponent rudely disappeared mid match to go to the loo. After loudly deploring the behaviour of the player, upon his return I promptly finished off the second leg to begin the last charge of the East Enders. 2-0 and I don't recall my opponent even having a dart at a double. That's how ya do it!
Anyway worse than a loud-mouth drunkard is a loud-mouth drunkard that wins and the Rocks players were finally unsettled. More concerned with directing dirty looks and smart-arse remarks in my direction then with darts, their standard began dropping whilst ours lifted. Ron and Martin took out their singles and then even Don took out an unexpected victory, the steady tortoise to his opponents high-scoring but poor-pegging hare. From commanding to desperate the Rocks were at 5-5 leaving OMK at 6 to play the part of the valiant captain, wrenching his ship off the rocks on the crest of a fortunate swell. Unfortunately our captain was instead drunk at the helm and derelict in his duty. Sadly OMK was out of touch in the triples, stood out of the doubles and thus didn't have the best lead up to his match but still he never looked mentally in it and thus it ended, not with a bang but a whimper, OMK down 0-2 and Enders out of the four for now.
Still, the JK was able to escape in a life-boat and row to the safety of the waiting supper which included fresh tuna marinated and cooked to perfection. Previously my experience of tuna was that shit you get out of a can. THIS tuna however deserved the title 'chicken of the sea'. Speaking of which the spicy fried chicken was finger lickin' good too.
After this near-death experience I've decided to change my darting priorities. From now on I won't even pay attention to the ladder nor the progress of the rest of my shipmates, all of which also made it to shore alive, including our captain. Instead I will focus on personal glory and suppers. And the booze. So grog, glory and gastronomical delights! Hence from now on these darts updates will focus even more on yours truly and may include a line somewhere about the overall result which I'll have to ask the old man for! Sounds good to me!
Well this Monday is the public holiday so in any event there won't be a darting update this week.
Cheerio!
PG Out.
PS The only lasting mementos of personal glory in the league are the 180 pins and highest peg trophy (one of which I already have :D) so I'll have to concentrate on grouping for 180's
However after taking the first leg playing at #2 (same time as Ant but on right board) my opponent rudely disappeared mid match to go to the loo. After loudly deploring the behaviour of the player, upon his return I promptly finished off the second leg to begin the last charge of the East Enders. 2-0 and I don't recall my opponent even having a dart at a double. That's how ya do it!
Anyway worse than a loud-mouth drunkard is a loud-mouth drunkard that wins and the Rocks players were finally unsettled. More concerned with directing dirty looks and smart-arse remarks in my direction then with darts, their standard began dropping whilst ours lifted. Ron and Martin took out their singles and then even Don took out an unexpected victory, the steady tortoise to his opponents high-scoring but poor-pegging hare. From commanding to desperate the Rocks were at 5-5 leaving OMK at 6 to play the part of the valiant captain, wrenching his ship off the rocks on the crest of a fortunate swell. Unfortunately our captain was instead drunk at the helm and derelict in his duty. Sadly OMK was out of touch in the triples, stood out of the doubles and thus didn't have the best lead up to his match but still he never looked mentally in it and thus it ended, not with a bang but a whimper, OMK down 0-2 and Enders out of the four for now.
Still, the JK was able to escape in a life-boat and row to the safety of the waiting supper which included fresh tuna marinated and cooked to perfection. Previously my experience of tuna was that shit you get out of a can. THIS tuna however deserved the title 'chicken of the sea'. Speaking of which the spicy fried chicken was finger lickin' good too.
After this near-death experience I've decided to change my darting priorities. From now on I won't even pay attention to the ladder nor the progress of the rest of my shipmates, all of which also made it to shore alive, including our captain. Instead I will focus on personal glory and suppers. And the booze. So grog, glory and gastronomical delights! Hence from now on these darts updates will focus even more on yours truly and may include a line somewhere about the overall result which I'll have to ask the old man for! Sounds good to me!
Well this Monday is the public holiday so in any event there won't be a darting update this week.
Cheerio!
PG Out.
PS The only lasting mementos of personal glory in the league are the 180 pins and highest peg trophy (one of which I already have :D) so I'll have to concentrate on grouping for 180's
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
The Lone Tungsten
Well last night the Enders foundered in the Southern Derby (South Eastern pub players versus South Australian pub players) 5-6. A hard fought contest perhaps but, despite turning down 2-3 after the teams, a result I previously voiced as all-important, the colours were hoisted high in the midst of battle. Playing in the #1 spot I've made a house of pain for opponents after promising the ol' man that if he put me #1 I would be merciless to my opposition, the great JK drew deep for a 2-1 victory against the SA's best player in Paul Medhurst. After being taken to the cleaners in the first leg, unfortunately for the second time in a row, I rallied my tungsten troops and rocketed down to a professional 24 dart finish with a nice n clean d20 peg. This caused yound Medhurst to waver and break in the face of a fine start from yours truly. Unfortunately my darts began to wander as I approached the 200 and Paul displayed why he plays #1 (and occasionally A-grade) with a 135 (three trebles!) then a 95 to put him in the box seat. However again I steadied under pressure and left an ominous 40 whilst the hotseat got all to much for poor Paul. Sweating profusely, panting like Banjo after a 20km ride and snatching like the long-offloaded Bhudda, poor Paul cocked up two integral opportunities for a double in a row. With that extra 6 darts granted to moi I first narrowly missed my 40 before leaving the precentage option of 20 (last dart off the board to avoid hitting 10, 6 or 15) and then duly pegging in the next turn at the oche. A luxurious 36 darts for me and only 30 for El Pablo the steadier nerves prevailing in the end.
Whilst all this high drama was occuring Ant, eager to leave early, easily accounted for his opponent in a 2-0 flogging. Our two victories were followed up by Martin's return to his stellar form of last year with 23 and 26 dart victories that were beautiful to watch, and in my case, score.
Thus the call to arms in desperate times was heeded by the gallant 1, 2 and 3 of the Enders, flipping the tables on the SA's to put the score at 5-3. One more match for victory! Unfortunately it proved an oche too far as one by one Ralph, then Ron and finally Chris succumbed to the tungsten thrown by the South Aussies. The tragedy of the night was Ron, again failing against the 'fairer' sex, his first loss coming in a 45 darter! Ma could have knocked over his opponent with her left hand whilst cooking a chick-pea curry I reckon so the Scot has every reason to be ashamed. Again he scored well but refused to play percentage darts, a methodology trumpteted by JK and adopted by all of the EE's except Ron who stubbonly refuses to admit his mistake in throwing the last dart at a d10 (risk of leaving 5, which he did twice in his singles and once in the doubles), d6, or any other double which leaves an odd if halved. No doubt Captain Baldy McTungsten will punish the errant Scotsman by leaving him out of the singles next week. At least in triples and doubles there's someone to force Ronald back onto a good peg! As for Ron's partner in crime, in terms of losing when he should be winning, having failed to pick up anything other than a triple (and that with yours truly involved) in the last two weeks, Ralph, is set to miss the whole shebang next week.
Actually our intrepid leader was kicking himself for choosing tonight to take his singles off but as I pointed out to him, the team he selected on the night SHOULD have won. It ain't his fault we have a couple o players underperforming. Next week will see a stronger showing for sure.
Now of course to the crux and title of this story. The only person to be undefeated on the night, having a win in triples, doubles and singles was your most dedicated author, and capital darts thrower, ME! Admittedly bit of a slow ride in triples n doubles but when I'm scoring repeated 45's and kicking myself to others that would be steady darts. Once again it must be said I did my all for the team, have yet to drop a leg in triples, and STILL the bastard team lost. Oh wells at least beer was drunk, fun was had and darts were thrown. And JK won. THAT'S the main thing!
PG (aka JK) Out.
Whilst all this high drama was occuring Ant, eager to leave early, easily accounted for his opponent in a 2-0 flogging. Our two victories were followed up by Martin's return to his stellar form of last year with 23 and 26 dart victories that were beautiful to watch, and in my case, score.
Thus the call to arms in desperate times was heeded by the gallant 1, 2 and 3 of the Enders, flipping the tables on the SA's to put the score at 5-3. One more match for victory! Unfortunately it proved an oche too far as one by one Ralph, then Ron and finally Chris succumbed to the tungsten thrown by the South Aussies. The tragedy of the night was Ron, again failing against the 'fairer' sex, his first loss coming in a 45 darter! Ma could have knocked over his opponent with her left hand whilst cooking a chick-pea curry I reckon so the Scot has every reason to be ashamed. Again he scored well but refused to play percentage darts, a methodology trumpteted by JK and adopted by all of the EE's except Ron who stubbonly refuses to admit his mistake in throwing the last dart at a d10 (risk of leaving 5, which he did twice in his singles and once in the doubles), d6, or any other double which leaves an odd if halved. No doubt Captain Baldy McTungsten will punish the errant Scotsman by leaving him out of the singles next week. At least in triples and doubles there's someone to force Ronald back onto a good peg! As for Ron's partner in crime, in terms of losing when he should be winning, having failed to pick up anything other than a triple (and that with yours truly involved) in the last two weeks, Ralph, is set to miss the whole shebang next week.
Actually our intrepid leader was kicking himself for choosing tonight to take his singles off but as I pointed out to him, the team he selected on the night SHOULD have won. It ain't his fault we have a couple o players underperforming. Next week will see a stronger showing for sure.
Now of course to the crux and title of this story. The only person to be undefeated on the night, having a win in triples, doubles and singles was your most dedicated author, and capital darts thrower, ME! Admittedly bit of a slow ride in triples n doubles but when I'm scoring repeated 45's and kicking myself to others that would be steady darts. Once again it must be said I did my all for the team, have yet to drop a leg in triples, and STILL the bastard team lost. Oh wells at least beer was drunk, fun was had and darts were thrown. And JK won. THAT'S the main thing!
PG (aka JK) Out.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Keenans Get E-Enders O'er the Line!
This weekend Warren Tredea played a lone hand with his seven goals including the winning goal and a mark deep in defence upon the siren to get the otherwise useless Port over the line. A similar scenario was played out Monday 18th of May at the South Eastern Tavern.
The nearest toilet was choked up and failed to flush. An apt description for all non-Keenan players of the 'Enders methinks as one will soon see. The night started promising enough with yours truly still without dropping a leg in the triples, 2-0 was the result including a good 48 peg, left by OMK by myself and Ronald getting in on the act with a d4.
The dudd triple of Ralph, Chris and Ant, returing to the fore after a week off, lost 0-2 to leave us all square after the triples. Promptly Ron and John stepped up and Ron scored for show whilst I pegged for dough, pegging both legs, 53 and 4 for a 2-0 victory. Ralph, denied his usual doubles partner in Martin, proved no good with Chris but the Old Man dragged Ant with him for the choccies in the doubles. Ant did peg one of the legs though. I was busy chatting up the (as it turns out) married barmaid so couldn't tell ya the specifics there. All I can say is that once again the Enders turned ahead 3-2 into the singles.
JK played number 1 and after losing to this fat-bottomed jaggy arsed bitch in the first leg its fair to say my back was up. Subsequently a 73 peg and a 28 peg in a 24-darter and the beast was slain! Enders 4-2.
Ant dropped his singles and Ron, despite being a class ahead of his terrible opponent took it all too flippant, did not play percentage darts, ended up on dud numbers and lost both legs in a row 0-2! Much to my, (being the scorer) amusement! :D 4-4.
Ant offered to score but had already scored in the doubles , plus the Old Man loving a man that can add up quick, I scored the second game in a row to see the Old Man uphold the Keenan name with a 2-0 victory including a 58 peg. 5-4
Two matches to play and Chris already on 1-1 with his opponent so all attention turned to the tall, balding, humble man of the Enders. Friar Tuck perhaps we should call him! Anyway I mentioned to the Old Man that Chris loved an audience and was sure to win the night, loud enough of course for Chris' opponent to hear and hopefully put him off. Well whether it worked or no Chris, skillfully guided by OMK and moi (though with 29 both fell....rarely....silent as we let Chris work out on his own just how the hell to dig himself out of the shit) put the winning dart into the d14 after a nice 5 to win the night 6-5! However it was related later by Chris that in fact his first dart was intended for the 1! :)
Ralph went down 1-2 despite being clearly again better than his opponent, a night for choking on the doubles it seems. Two people that didn't choke was yours truly and OMK. Between us we delivered 5 of the fucking 6 matches of the night, JK and OMK in the triples, JK and OMK in seperate doubles, JK and OMK in singles with 5 pegs from 7 legs on the night by JK, in fact I won 6/7 legs on the night! I shall have to remedy that to 6/6 legs next week if I play! (Scheduled to miss out since I was going to Melbourne though opting out of that trip, in theory I shall still sit out but we'll see!)
Anyway the Keenans' influence on the dart team cannot be debated! Till next time,
PG (aka JK) out.
The nearest toilet was choked up and failed to flush. An apt description for all non-Keenan players of the 'Enders methinks as one will soon see. The night started promising enough with yours truly still without dropping a leg in the triples, 2-0 was the result including a good 48 peg, left by OMK by myself and Ronald getting in on the act with a d4.
The dudd triple of Ralph, Chris and Ant, returing to the fore after a week off, lost 0-2 to leave us all square after the triples. Promptly Ron and John stepped up and Ron scored for show whilst I pegged for dough, pegging both legs, 53 and 4 for a 2-0 victory. Ralph, denied his usual doubles partner in Martin, proved no good with Chris but the Old Man dragged Ant with him for the choccies in the doubles. Ant did peg one of the legs though. I was busy chatting up the (as it turns out) married barmaid so couldn't tell ya the specifics there. All I can say is that once again the Enders turned ahead 3-2 into the singles.
JK played number 1 and after losing to this fat-bottomed jaggy arsed bitch in the first leg its fair to say my back was up. Subsequently a 73 peg and a 28 peg in a 24-darter and the beast was slain! Enders 4-2.
Ant dropped his singles and Ron, despite being a class ahead of his terrible opponent took it all too flippant, did not play percentage darts, ended up on dud numbers and lost both legs in a row 0-2! Much to my, (being the scorer) amusement! :D 4-4.
Ant offered to score but had already scored in the doubles , plus the Old Man loving a man that can add up quick, I scored the second game in a row to see the Old Man uphold the Keenan name with a 2-0 victory including a 58 peg. 5-4
Two matches to play and Chris already on 1-1 with his opponent so all attention turned to the tall, balding, humble man of the Enders. Friar Tuck perhaps we should call him! Anyway I mentioned to the Old Man that Chris loved an audience and was sure to win the night, loud enough of course for Chris' opponent to hear and hopefully put him off. Well whether it worked or no Chris, skillfully guided by OMK and moi (though with 29 both fell....rarely....silent as we let Chris work out on his own just how the hell to dig himself out of the shit) put the winning dart into the d14 after a nice 5 to win the night 6-5! However it was related later by Chris that in fact his first dart was intended for the 1! :)
Ralph went down 1-2 despite being clearly again better than his opponent, a night for choking on the doubles it seems. Two people that didn't choke was yours truly and OMK. Between us we delivered 5 of the fucking 6 matches of the night, JK and OMK in the triples, JK and OMK in seperate doubles, JK and OMK in singles with 5 pegs from 7 legs on the night by JK, in fact I won 6/7 legs on the night! I shall have to remedy that to 6/6 legs next week if I play! (Scheduled to miss out since I was going to Melbourne though opting out of that trip, in theory I shall still sit out but we'll see!)
Anyway the Keenans' influence on the dart team cannot be debated! Till next time,
PG (aka JK) out.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
E is for VictorE!
Tonight, well last night now, the assembled drunkards and supporting ladies gathered at the South Eastern for another home round darts fixture against the aptly titled Young Guns. Young they were, taking em a bit of time to get their shit together in terms of getting the names up on the whiteboard for the triples and organising scorers and paperwork writers. And Guns they were throwing a goodly amount of tons, 85s and 60s. But the exuberance of youth was matched and exceeded by the skill and wisdom of maturity, and duly ahead 2-0 after the triples were we the mighty East Enders! Yours truly has yet to drop a leg in triples including a one-dart no-nonsense 16 peg that had fellow teammates Ron and OMK up and about after a solid set of 60s, 85s and 45s (no score less than) by the PG.
Still, with no man worthy of partnering myself (my kingdom for a Betty!) in the doubles I stood out and took to the paperwork with aplomb, which gives a person the best idea of how the East was won, or in this case lost, for we picked up only one double, 2-1, dropping the others 1-2. Near run affairs for the most part but who'd have thought the magical, mystical match of the odd couple Don and Chris would be the sole double to take line honours? I can tell you that their opponents beat them to a double in all three legs yet somehow the feng shui feng shuied and Don, whom I dubbed peg leg, proved his intestinal fortitude by pegging second and third legs as Chris, who had scored well but couldn't hit a double for love nor money, showed no signs of finishing proceedings. As I remarked to my professional darts coach, aka, Mum, "If Don hadn't pegged 'em Chris sure as shit wouldn't have!" With Ralph and Martin doing their usual in the first triple and I, aided by Dad and Ron, doing my usual in the other, plus D&C's deadly double combination, the 'Enders turned ahead 3-2 into the singles. That is almost all important, only a bunch of chokers or divine intervention allows the side 2-3 down to win. What is by far more important is that the PG was back in the deserved number 1 singles spot. A good victory there can start the ball rolling for the whole side, furthermore I am a monty to beat any tungsten fodder put up to the number 1 spot by the opposition, and as, like a hot cross bun, I rise to the occasion against good players the odds are again high for me to take the choccies against the opposition best, whilst shielding the Ralph's, Martins, Ants and OMKs of the world the pressure of the #1 spot. Plus, in the end, I *love* being number one! More time for drinking when one's work is done!
Anyway the first leg I shot out to a good lead with some merciless attack on the triple twenty, though blondie, a bloke that was clearly YG's best player, went broadside to broadside with HMAS PG. Still reach the double first one should win and win I did though blondie and I both got some rum darts on the approach to doubles and the doubles themselves, pitching into doubles or triples instead of fat numbers and next door beds. 39 and 39 was the darts count, a little above division average (30) but at least we both had equal darts and I was simply the better.
The second leg I increased the scoring even more but somehow blondie got a bloody run on, matching my sixties, scoring tons to my eighty fives and ton-pluses to my tons! He finished off just as I was salivating over my d16, 26 darts to blondies 29. Just below average and blondie had more darts! The importance of the shot!
Well blondie, as winner of the second leg, was first at the bull but with a centre bull I was undisputed leader. Still after a ton start it all went ahoo with thirties and twenty-somethings. A great mix for an orgy but not so for an orgy of tungsten. Anyway just as I straightened up blondie went off the boil and I crawled back before a timely 140 (NOTE: Name in the paper two weeks running!) put me back in the running. Blondie was clearly upset and shanked it all, despite some excellent first dart at triples (triple 10 in second leg, triple 14! in third) to leave doubles he somehow made a grand mess of things this third leg to leave 27. Again a bit of rum luck on both parts but I actually got to a bloody double first whilst blondie was mucking round on 17. Twice I failed at a d6 peg, pitching first dart into six both times and subsequently busting before I decided to aim just outside the outer wire of d6. Then I got that tell-tale half-slip, half-curl off the middle finger that I wish I could consciously recreate which puts the dart into a death spiral every time, straight into the double! Huzzah! The PG wins his first singles 2-1 and opened the floodgates.
Ronald then proceeded to not only jam open the floodgates but blow up the fucking dam as well with a 27 dart first leg (yours truly scoring), then an uncharacteristic loss in an hard fought 30-33 dart affair (YG's 33 darts) before the Scot really got his back up. As mentioned earlier the winner of the second leg throws first at the bull in the decider, but when I called out "Young Guns at the Bull" Ronald, in his Highland impetuousness, had already thrown, hitting the centre bull. After everyone put their two cents in before realising, as always, PG was right, Ronald's dart was recalled, YG's hit just outside the bull and Ronald hit just outside that. Well, as Romans, Russians, English, French and German have all found out through history, there is seldom anything less ferocious on this earth than an angered Scot! 133 95 133 95 23 +2 and it was gameshot in 17 darts! That's not just div 1, that's fucking PDC almost, an 88 average, if he had pegged the 45 in three it would have been 100+ average! Suffice to say, Ron, unbeaten so far in singles, was pleased.
With the games score 5-3, sacrificial lamb Chris losing a gallant 1-2 to YG's third best player, and reaching the double in his final leg first but to no avail, it only remained for one more win to secure the match. This win was delivered by Ralph in a consummate 2-1 victory, followed hot on his heels by ol' Master Peg Leg taking a 2-1 victory, Don playing his third leg at the same time as Ralphy. 7-3 and playing for percentage, OMK shot to 1-0 before hitting the wall and losing his second leg, to the surprise of all, to a female North American Bison masquerading as a darts player. (AKA A huge bitch!) None the less her migration instincts had kicked in during that second leg with a string of 60+ scores and a decent peg to leave the OMK fuming. Duly then did our fearless leader reach his double but then again, uncharacteristically, did Captain Tungsten McBald stumble on the doubles. Still the bison had run out of steam and was raggedly charging at anything that moooooved, leaving herself an abomination of 11 from a promising 56. None the less our Captain seemed to be poised to drop his first game in the singles this season, before yours truly gave the timely advice, "Come on Old Man, it's only for percentage." The influence of that dew drop of darting wisdom upon le Capitaine's next two darts will be widely debated forever and anon by all and sundry, namely myself, Dad, the homebrew and Banjo, but what is fact is that in two darts the Old Man had his double two skewered and his unbeaten singles record intact. An 8-3 win, with no games lost to nil and a game won to nil (missour PG's triples) means its points and percentage for the 'Enders. Speaking of the End, this is it!
Bring on Annie's Angels! Till then, keep the beer cold and the tungsten white hot,
PG Out.
Still, with no man worthy of partnering myself (my kingdom for a Betty!) in the doubles I stood out and took to the paperwork with aplomb, which gives a person the best idea of how the East was won, or in this case lost, for we picked up only one double, 2-1, dropping the others 1-2. Near run affairs for the most part but who'd have thought the magical, mystical match of the odd couple Don and Chris would be the sole double to take line honours? I can tell you that their opponents beat them to a double in all three legs yet somehow the feng shui feng shuied and Don, whom I dubbed peg leg, proved his intestinal fortitude by pegging second and third legs as Chris, who had scored well but couldn't hit a double for love nor money, showed no signs of finishing proceedings. As I remarked to my professional darts coach, aka, Mum, "If Don hadn't pegged 'em Chris sure as shit wouldn't have!" With Ralph and Martin doing their usual in the first triple and I, aided by Dad and Ron, doing my usual in the other, plus D&C's deadly double combination, the 'Enders turned ahead 3-2 into the singles. That is almost all important, only a bunch of chokers or divine intervention allows the side 2-3 down to win. What is by far more important is that the PG was back in the deserved number 1 singles spot. A good victory there can start the ball rolling for the whole side, furthermore I am a monty to beat any tungsten fodder put up to the number 1 spot by the opposition, and as, like a hot cross bun, I rise to the occasion against good players the odds are again high for me to take the choccies against the opposition best, whilst shielding the Ralph's, Martins, Ants and OMKs of the world the pressure of the #1 spot. Plus, in the end, I *love* being number one! More time for drinking when one's work is done!
Anyway the first leg I shot out to a good lead with some merciless attack on the triple twenty, though blondie, a bloke that was clearly YG's best player, went broadside to broadside with HMAS PG. Still reach the double first one should win and win I did though blondie and I both got some rum darts on the approach to doubles and the doubles themselves, pitching into doubles or triples instead of fat numbers and next door beds. 39 and 39 was the darts count, a little above division average (30) but at least we both had equal darts and I was simply the better.
The second leg I increased the scoring even more but somehow blondie got a bloody run on, matching my sixties, scoring tons to my eighty fives and ton-pluses to my tons! He finished off just as I was salivating over my d16, 26 darts to blondies 29. Just below average and blondie had more darts! The importance of the shot!
Well blondie, as winner of the second leg, was first at the bull but with a centre bull I was undisputed leader. Still after a ton start it all went ahoo with thirties and twenty-somethings. A great mix for an orgy but not so for an orgy of tungsten. Anyway just as I straightened up blondie went off the boil and I crawled back before a timely 140 (NOTE: Name in the paper two weeks running!) put me back in the running. Blondie was clearly upset and shanked it all, despite some excellent first dart at triples (triple 10 in second leg, triple 14! in third) to leave doubles he somehow made a grand mess of things this third leg to leave 27. Again a bit of rum luck on both parts but I actually got to a bloody double first whilst blondie was mucking round on 17. Twice I failed at a d6 peg, pitching first dart into six both times and subsequently busting before I decided to aim just outside the outer wire of d6. Then I got that tell-tale half-slip, half-curl off the middle finger that I wish I could consciously recreate which puts the dart into a death spiral every time, straight into the double! Huzzah! The PG wins his first singles 2-1 and opened the floodgates.
Ronald then proceeded to not only jam open the floodgates but blow up the fucking dam as well with a 27 dart first leg (yours truly scoring), then an uncharacteristic loss in an hard fought 30-33 dart affair (YG's 33 darts) before the Scot really got his back up. As mentioned earlier the winner of the second leg throws first at the bull in the decider, but when I called out "Young Guns at the Bull" Ronald, in his Highland impetuousness, had already thrown, hitting the centre bull. After everyone put their two cents in before realising, as always, PG was right, Ronald's dart was recalled, YG's hit just outside the bull and Ronald hit just outside that. Well, as Romans, Russians, English, French and German have all found out through history, there is seldom anything less ferocious on this earth than an angered Scot! 133 95 133 95 23 +2 and it was gameshot in 17 darts! That's not just div 1, that's fucking PDC almost, an 88 average, if he had pegged the 45 in three it would have been 100+ average! Suffice to say, Ron, unbeaten so far in singles, was pleased.
With the games score 5-3, sacrificial lamb Chris losing a gallant 1-2 to YG's third best player, and reaching the double in his final leg first but to no avail, it only remained for one more win to secure the match. This win was delivered by Ralph in a consummate 2-1 victory, followed hot on his heels by ol' Master Peg Leg taking a 2-1 victory, Don playing his third leg at the same time as Ralphy. 7-3 and playing for percentage, OMK shot to 1-0 before hitting the wall and losing his second leg, to the surprise of all, to a female North American Bison masquerading as a darts player. (AKA A huge bitch!) None the less her migration instincts had kicked in during that second leg with a string of 60+ scores and a decent peg to leave the OMK fuming. Duly then did our fearless leader reach his double but then again, uncharacteristically, did Captain Tungsten McBald stumble on the doubles. Still the bison had run out of steam and was raggedly charging at anything that moooooved, leaving herself an abomination of 11 from a promising 56. None the less our Captain seemed to be poised to drop his first game in the singles this season, before yours truly gave the timely advice, "Come on Old Man, it's only for percentage." The influence of that dew drop of darting wisdom upon le Capitaine's next two darts will be widely debated forever and anon by all and sundry, namely myself, Dad, the homebrew and Banjo, but what is fact is that in two darts the Old Man had his double two skewered and his unbeaten singles record intact. An 8-3 win, with no games lost to nil and a game won to nil (missour PG's triples) means its points and percentage for the 'Enders. Speaking of the End, this is it!
Bring on Annie's Angels! Till then, keep the beer cold and the tungsten white hot,
PG Out.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
I'mmmmmmm BACK!
Yeah baby yeah. Have had some trouble getting into blogger but I'm in now. The darts season has begun so be sure from now on for weekly updates on the progress of the old man's East Enders, including the form of yours truly. By the by the first two weeks have seen a 6-5 win and 6-5 loss so it's all square. Though clearly Mad Max have continued their cheating ways. Finally forced to move from div 3 to div 2 the arseholes who have for long lingered a grade to low are not even playing and instead they've recruited A graders who are a div too low. The 'captain' of Mad Max the cheatiest bitch on earth who I took great pleasure in floggin last time I met her in the graded doubles in 07 and before that when playing for the Park Fuck Ups er Rangers, did not even play! Who ever heard of a non-playing captain? Ridiculous! What the hell is the point of that? Anywho we performed admirably in the face of a tonnage of tons and are just getting started. I plan to make the number 1 singles slot a 'house of pain' for all and sundry, and have already gotten a good start on making the stacked number 1 triples a house of pain, dragging bloody martin and ralph across the line by the scruff of their necks in the process. They'll warm up though too so it's sure to be a good season. Carn the East Enders!
The job front oscillates betwixt nothing and nada the most promising job of all things being a sustainability officer for the MG council, rare to see an ad in The Border Watch for a person with a BSc. (or equivalent). After the council fill this postion they will also create a position junior to the sustainability officer so chance for two bites of the cherry. Getting a foot in the door of environmental science would be most valuable.
As for footy well I think I shall hang the boots up on my illustrious 0 game career with the Pies as I only signed up because I believed, incorrectly it seems, that Kalangas were short of numbers. It appears they are not. And when every Tuesday and Thursday Banjo looks up at me with his "Baldy's taken me out. Smacko Lady's taken me out. YOUR turn My One True Master!" orange eyes the temptation to skieve off training and go jogging or cycling with the mutt in the pines is too great. It also means beer in the hand by 5 instead of 8! Makes a difference.
Well that's the blog for this Tuesday, 5 May, 2009. Cheerio!
PG Out.
The job front oscillates betwixt nothing and nada the most promising job of all things being a sustainability officer for the MG council, rare to see an ad in The Border Watch for a person with a BSc. (or equivalent). After the council fill this postion they will also create a position junior to the sustainability officer so chance for two bites of the cherry. Getting a foot in the door of environmental science would be most valuable.
As for footy well I think I shall hang the boots up on my illustrious 0 game career with the Pies as I only signed up because I believed, incorrectly it seems, that Kalangas were short of numbers. It appears they are not. And when every Tuesday and Thursday Banjo looks up at me with his "Baldy's taken me out. Smacko Lady's taken me out. YOUR turn My One True Master!" orange eyes the temptation to skieve off training and go jogging or cycling with the mutt in the pines is too great. It also means beer in the hand by 5 instead of 8! Makes a difference.
Well that's the blog for this Tuesday, 5 May, 2009. Cheerio!
PG Out.
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