Summer darts
Got a phone call late Sunday to say that the summer darts were starting at the Park Hotel on Monday! Great notice but no worries for a retired man. Or should I say men as Ron was OK to make it too when I phoned him up to let him and Martin know. Poor Martin was working on afternoon shift so had to miss the first night.
There are new organisers this year who do not have the efficiency of Will Leamey but eventually- without the draw sheets and the score sheets and the envelopes for the money and the white board markers for the scores, thank god the boards were stored at the Park, we got under way. With borrowed markers, team sheets from the Millicent Association who luckily run a round robin in their competition and two roped in players to make up the numbers. Still it was fun and the Millicent sheets are better than Wills old ones, in my opinion, and team 2 of which I suddenly became captain owing to all other players taking a step back when asked to volunteer, leaving me with the pen- won on the night.
I paired Betty with me in the doubles and we proved formidable winning 3 out of the 4 games and then one of the roped in players Andrew West played like an A grader, which he is, and in no small measure helped get us over the line. I won half of the singles so held my own just couldn't get both games although I had my chances. I scored a 171 on 271 to stun my opponent in one game and duly pegged out in 21 darts, mind you he had done me earlier by getting 140 on 160 to get double ten when I had stuffed 58 by getting triple 18 instead of the single and then left myself on double 1, so what goes round comes around. Well it did last night. Summer darts that is.
Nuran and Mary were both there and stunned the players when they loudly applauded my peg on double 12, not often done in the summer, applauding that is. Still added to the atmosphere.
The Park didn't know that summer darts had started so the cook had to prepare a rushed supper, which turned out to be the best supper we have ever had there. Some times it is better to surprise. Instead of left over sandwiches we had dim sims, hash browns, chicken wings and party pies.
And a good night.
Today is a perfect day for cutting the lawns, mild breeze to dry the sweat off my brow, the Melbourne Cup is on and the bets have been placed by Len for us as he knows how to do it.
All that is missing is the BBQ but it is goat fried rice tonight so that's not a bad substitute.
Come on Proud Beauty, I changed my mind from Bart Cummings.
There are new organisers this year who do not have the efficiency of Will Leamey but eventually- without the draw sheets and the score sheets and the envelopes for the money and the white board markers for the scores, thank god the boards were stored at the Park, we got under way. With borrowed markers, team sheets from the Millicent Association who luckily run a round robin in their competition and two roped in players to make up the numbers. Still it was fun and the Millicent sheets are better than Wills old ones, in my opinion, and team 2 of which I suddenly became captain owing to all other players taking a step back when asked to volunteer, leaving me with the pen- won on the night.
I paired Betty with me in the doubles and we proved formidable winning 3 out of the 4 games and then one of the roped in players Andrew West played like an A grader, which he is, and in no small measure helped get us over the line. I won half of the singles so held my own just couldn't get both games although I had my chances. I scored a 171 on 271 to stun my opponent in one game and duly pegged out in 21 darts, mind you he had done me earlier by getting 140 on 160 to get double ten when I had stuffed 58 by getting triple 18 instead of the single and then left myself on double 1, so what goes round comes around. Well it did last night. Summer darts that is.
Nuran and Mary were both there and stunned the players when they loudly applauded my peg on double 12, not often done in the summer, applauding that is. Still added to the atmosphere.
The Park didn't know that summer darts had started so the cook had to prepare a rushed supper, which turned out to be the best supper we have ever had there. Some times it is better to surprise. Instead of left over sandwiches we had dim sims, hash browns, chicken wings and party pies.
And a good night.
Today is a perfect day for cutting the lawns, mild breeze to dry the sweat off my brow, the Melbourne Cup is on and the bets have been placed by Len for us as he knows how to do it.
All that is missing is the BBQ but it is goat fried rice tonight so that's not a bad substitute.
Come on Proud Beauty, I changed my mind from Bart Cummings.
posted by Malcontent at
13:52
1 Comments:
Well you're original Bart Cummings tip came nowhere but you were right about the Master! Bastard! My nags came nowhere, but can't pick em every year I suppose!
Tsk tsk. Fancy trying to peg 58 with 18 dtop. What you want is d4 then go the safe route and hit a d6 when aiming for ten which finishes on your favourite d19. That's how a true Keenan does it!
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7 November 2008 17:19
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