In our fourth week of play, it was once again time to explore new places in Philadelphia. This time it was in south Philly at Shamrock Pub. It's beer by the bottle and cash only, and when we walked in I realized that it was also a pretty exclusively 'dudes' bar. At no point during the night could you count the women in the establishment on more than four fingers while the men were nearing 30 or so. Very community/neighborhood spot and I'm not sure what it would have been like to walk into the joint without the premise of darts. Probably not that bad. The bartender (one of the women) was nice. There were chips of a variety of kinds on plates along the bar, which I would nibble from time to time before getting weirded out because I read something at some point about how food of this kind generally is covered in people germs.
The scene. We played on the lower board while a large number of dudes in all forms of casual wear played on the upper board and watched the Flyer's game.
K., A. and LW. powowwing about one thing or another. This was a pretty make it or break it match; three of the team's players couldn't come, and two came in so close to the wire that LW began thinking she'd have to put me in all sorts of crazy games. In the end I played more than usual, but not quite as much as might have been the case if P. and A. hadn't shown up. This is good for the team, as I would not have contributed positively to the outcome of those hypothetical games.
That said, I will take a moment to toot my own horn as far as 'cc does one good thing for the team per game...maybe.' In this edition I managed to end/win a game with a double 20 outshot. I think it's fair to say that we were all pleased with the outcome, myself very much included. I've taken this dangerous stance of 'not caring,' which is all fine and good unless your other team members start to hate you. And then when I do have these minute moments of success I feel myself on the precipice of 'caring' and that, my friends, just cannot happen. I don't know why, other than because I'm very stubborn. Though the pub doesn't have a kitchen, there was hot beef in a crock pot, which A. said was from a local Italian market deli of some repute. A. also shared with me the following. He actually worded it like he was writing the blog, but I've forgotten his language so here we go: This place may have been some inspirational part of the puzzle as far as the bar in It's Always Sunny. It is also Mummers central on New Years after the Mummers have done their parading uptown, they all congregate around this bar and its intersection. Supposedly on that day you can't even walk into the place it's so deep in people. LW was a champion of champion town and brought sandwiches from the crock pot for everyone. This was good because I was scared of all the young men circling its environs. They wouldn't have bothered me at all, but I am a crazy person, so let's move on.
At some point teammate J. took my camera and took some shots. Regrettably most of them are a little blurry, but here he captured LW and I having a moment of some kind.
Darts.
Figuring it all out.
Serious times.
Look at my new shoes. They are for serious.
Team minus LW and J. and one of the Ks. There are two. The other K. showed up immediately after getting off of a plane.
A different view.
K. doing his thing.
We won in the end. LW won her singles 501 by being totally in the zone. Good darts all around. What?
The scene. We played on the lower board while a large number of dudes in all forms of casual wear played on the upper board and watched the Flyer's game.
K., A. and LW. powowwing about one thing or another. This was a pretty make it or break it match; three of the team's players couldn't come, and two came in so close to the wire that LW began thinking she'd have to put me in all sorts of crazy games. In the end I played more than usual, but not quite as much as might have been the case if P. and A. hadn't shown up. This is good for the team, as I would not have contributed positively to the outcome of those hypothetical games.
That said, I will take a moment to toot my own horn as far as 'cc does one good thing for the team per game...maybe.' In this edition I managed to end/win a game with a double 20 outshot. I think it's fair to say that we were all pleased with the outcome, myself very much included. I've taken this dangerous stance of 'not caring,' which is all fine and good unless your other team members start to hate you. And then when I do have these minute moments of success I feel myself on the precipice of 'caring' and that, my friends, just cannot happen. I don't know why, other than because I'm very stubborn. Though the pub doesn't have a kitchen, there was hot beef in a crock pot, which A. said was from a local Italian market deli of some repute. A. also shared with me the following. He actually worded it like he was writing the blog, but I've forgotten his language so here we go: This place may have been some inspirational part of the puzzle as far as the bar in It's Always Sunny. It is also Mummers central on New Years after the Mummers have done their parading uptown, they all congregate around this bar and its intersection. Supposedly on that day you can't even walk into the place it's so deep in people. LW was a champion of champion town and brought sandwiches from the crock pot for everyone. This was good because I was scared of all the young men circling its environs. They wouldn't have bothered me at all, but I am a crazy person, so let's move on.
At some point teammate J. took my camera and took some shots. Regrettably most of them are a little blurry, but here he captured LW and I having a moment of some kind.
Darts.
Figuring it all out.
Serious times.
Look at my new shoes. They are for serious.
Team minus LW and J. and one of the Ks. There are two. The other K. showed up immediately after getting off of a plane.
A different view.
K. doing his thing.
We won in the end. LW won her singles 501 by being totally in the zone. Good darts all around. What?
1 comment:
You would've gotten only one more game even if A or P hadn't shown up. Players get a max of 5 games per week, so 4 is pretty up there.
And that is typical AJ on his phone. heh.
Nice out, Closer!
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