November 2007 has sprung up more than it's fair share of surprises- and of course- some not so surprising things if i am to be honest. Australia beating Sri Lanka, me working weekends, Moff selling beer, nick being nick and funkmaster turning the pro evolution 2008 world on it's head by winning 7 in a row. Granted, he is well short of my 12 straight wins, but, 7 is 7 and not to be scoffed at. In light of this, when the offer came from the moff, which saved me from smids pro evo gravy train, i grabbed it with both hands. After all, it takes 2 hands to handle a whopper.
From this I have concluded the following, dear friends. Monday night fever has hit. Indeed, monday nights are back, with a vengeance not seen since the white fury's legendary replacement.
One of the most eagerly anticipated evenings on the sporting calander came and went, but not without leaving an everlasting impression on all those gladiators present.
The first table tennis tournament was filled with highs,me making the final, and lows,me losing the final 21-13 to the moff.
After some beers we then busted out the darts, aided by some awesome music. I encountered an epic with moff where i won 21-20.. with the funkmaster trailing on 12.. This epic was, however, upstaged by the second game, where i won 21 to moffs 20, to funkmasters 5..
The table tennis interlude which followed, was impossibly dramatic, where i courageously won after smid bravely knocked the moff out with a 11-3 win, to go through by 1 on point difference. He came, saw and went in the final, without conquering, as he was eventully knocked down by an infamous Llyeton Hewitt-esque double handed backhand, made famous in locations such as greenhill road, the Czech republic and poland, with the final winning margin being in favour of me, 21-14..
This drama, however, was only to be eclipsed on the epic-meter by the final game of darts where my michael jordan-esque 3 peat was denied, after i hit the bulls eye on the 2nd throw, by moff hitting it, dramatically, on his first. knees buckled, tears flowed, high 5's were exchanged.
All in all smid walked away winless, I triumphed and moff gave it his all to be pipped at the post. Granted, his emotional, sentimental victory to deny me my 3peat was probably the highlight of the night, but i dare say we will meet again.
In short, the summer of love is back with a mighty vengeance. A vengeance normally only associated with the glory of Lorne. Bring forth the Summer, but more importantly, bring forth the houseboat.
3 comments:
Well done, I like Mondays. I am disappointed about not mentioning the sudden turn around in darts form that saw me take the lead for most of the last round to be piped at the post. But I guess you can't have everything. I am just glad you didn't win three......
i also forgot to mention when you kissed your bicept in jubilation.
having said that, i did charge another 3 lagers to my account when i got home...
you hear a lot of people who play against superstars, like jordan, brian lara etc say how you almost admire the person, from a 3rd person, even though you're on the recieving end of your arse being kicked. i assume that's what it would have been for you, had i in fact won the 3 peat.
I'm not comparing myself to jordan or lara, i have no african heritage, but people like us don't come alone all that often...
bob geldof was wrong, i do like mondays.
i dont think you went into enough detail about my winning bullseye throw....its right up there with blighty's 80 metre torp for the win after the siren...
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