Stupid Bloody Tuesday

I am here as you are here as you are me and we are all together. See how we play like every Tuesday, see how much fun. I’m crying. (Click to continue...)

A Big Teaser

We came into this week's match on a roll, and with an opportunity to move up in the standings. We traveled across the universe looking for a win, but we got tripped up at The Edge. We were so close to a big win, but it was a big teaser, as we only got half the way there. (Click to continue...)

Here It Comes

OK, so it was 70 degrees for the Marathon and it's been unseasonably warm this year. As far as darts goes, it's been a long, cold, lonely winter for The Ship. It's taken us half the season to warm up, but suddenly the sun is coming up and I feel that ice is slowly melting. (Click to continue...)

A Hard Darts Night

It was a hard darts night, and we got beaten like a dog. (Click to continue...)

His Majesty

The Kings are a pretty nice team, and I don't have a lot to say.
The Kings are a pretty nice team, and they sure are fun to play.

When the night started we didn't miss a shot, but then we got a bellyful of wine.
The Kings are a pretty nice team, that we tied nine to nine
Oh yeah, that we tied nine to nine.

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Here, There and Everywhere

In this season that has us traveling here, there and everywhere each week, we ventured to the way-Upper West Side on Tuesday to meet Los Dardos at Amsterdam Ave and 110th Street. (Click to continue...)

We Can Double Out

It's been a rough season so far, and this week we were faced with two choices. We can work it out and get it straight, or say good night. And The Ship never says good night. We put all of the ugliness and bad games behind us, because life is very short, and there's no time for fussing and fighting, my friends. (Click to continue...)

Yesterday

Yesterday darts was such an easy game to play, now I need a place to hide away, since the owner of A&M Roadhouse wants to kill me. Things seemed normal when the night began. Rich, Fred and Mindy won their games of S501, but when it was Jen's turn to play the sixth game, everything went helter skelter. We took the forfeit win, to take a 4-2 lead, when their player didn't show up. Where he had to go, I don't know, they wouldn't say. (Click to continue...)

It's Gonna Be Alright

This week, The Ship hit some rough waters, nearly facing a mutiny and a complete revolution. But when you talk about destruction, you've pretty much covered what happened to us against The Edge. (Click to continue...)

Nowhere, Man

This week, we went to the middle of nowhere, man, to visit a real nowhere team, sitting in their nowhere land... and we ended up at Walter's Bar. We endured the indignities of a poorly lit and incorrectly hung board, a nasty bathroom, and a team that was as blind as they can be and just seeing what they wanted to see for our first far-away match of the season. (Click to continue...)

All Aboard!

The magical mystery tour that is our 6th season in the NYDO has begun, so strap yourselves in and get ready for another wild ride. (Click to continue...)

Missed It By That Much

Going into the last match of the season, The Ship needed a 13-5 win to be in contention for a playoff spot. Anything less and we definitely finished behind WOMD, so it didn't matter what any of the other teams did. (Click to continue...)

For-Feats of Strength

In celebration of Festivus (for the rest of us), The Ship had a night off. After putting up the aluminum pole and the traditional "Airing of Grievances", The Ship was triumphant in the "(For)Feats of Strength," and alas, another Festivus Miracle was witnessed.

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Every Picture Tells A Story

This Tuesday we went to Who's On First for a shot at getting back into the playoff picture. (Click to continue...)

About Darts

Dear Ndugu,

I believe I mentioned in my last letter that I play on a darts team. We get together every Tuesday at a local bar, and play against some other teams from the area. It's a friendly outing and really a good time. But recently, I've begun looking at the other teams in the league and wondering "Who are these annoying people in our bar?" Everything they do annoys me. I hate the way they complain about our scorekeeping, I hate the way they needlessly point when they are already way ahead, I hate the way the sit, I hate way they smell, I hate the way they root for "Rye bread".

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