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