Play-offs Commence
Do you have those days or nights when everything falls into place? Last night was one of them. We won 57-39 in a fashion that can only be described as conclusive, and ended our hoodoo about the Chester Army. I believe it was the first ever time we had won against them in seven matches. And it was the kind of losing streak that made us look around at each other with looks of abject horror and eyeballs ready to pop out.
So, victory. Victory doesn't smell like napalm, it smells like ham and tuna sandwiches. Unbelievably, we were served this combination again by the Eastern European kitchen staff. Dod they hate us or just look into our eyes and see the overwhelming desire for a snack that combined both marine life and pork products? Actually it might not even be tuna, it might have been fish-paste - bleauaaarggh. It was a fiver, what did I expect? Almas caviar served on blinis with Dom Perignon champagne? The chips, however, were pretty decent as usual.
Chester Army, as ever, were a pleasant bunch, and, frankly, they had to cope with the same distractions as us: i.e. the sounds of a noisy kitchen, including impressive fat fryer, and the mobile phone that kept on going off and which was embedded so deep in a kit bag that I had to take it out and dump it outside the toilets; so I won't bitch about them.
Chester remain a very dangerous team and one who conclusively destroyed us in a cup semi-final last year despite us enjoying a sizeable points handicap and head start (oh, such bitter, painful memories). Our quiz league team, however, has one huge advantage over the majority of QLL teams in that we get a massive proportion of two-pointers because we each have good enough knowledge to answer our own questions far more often than not, rather than passing them on to our team mates for the single point. Also Larry Whitehurst pointed out: "You're very good at answering impossible questions," which always comes in handy.
A job well done then. Er, apart from me and Bayley swapping bad mistakes (he said "nightingale" for turdus philomelos to which I slapped the table in spontaneous disgust, and I said "Oberon" was the biggest moon on Uranus (snigger ... sorry)). Yep, we coulda got 60 (but then again, we've only reached that promised land once before). I apologise for my disgusting conduct in both cases. Look at us, always striving for perfection and self-flagellating. It's never good enough for us is it?
Next up: Atletico
So, victory. Victory doesn't smell like napalm, it smells like ham and tuna sandwiches. Unbelievably, we were served this combination again by the Eastern European kitchen staff. Dod they hate us or just look into our eyes and see the overwhelming desire for a snack that combined both marine life and pork products? Actually it might not even be tuna, it might have been fish-paste - bleauaaarggh. It was a fiver, what did I expect? Almas caviar served on blinis with Dom Perignon champagne? The chips, however, were pretty decent as usual.
Chester Army, as ever, were a pleasant bunch, and, frankly, they had to cope with the same distractions as us: i.e. the sounds of a noisy kitchen, including impressive fat fryer, and the mobile phone that kept on going off and which was embedded so deep in a kit bag that I had to take it out and dump it outside the toilets; so I won't bitch about them.
Chester remain a very dangerous team and one who conclusively destroyed us in a cup semi-final last year despite us enjoying a sizeable points handicap and head start (oh, such bitter, painful memories). Our quiz league team, however, has one huge advantage over the majority of QLL teams in that we get a massive proportion of two-pointers because we each have good enough knowledge to answer our own questions far more often than not, rather than passing them on to our team mates for the single point. Also Larry Whitehurst pointed out: "You're very good at answering impossible questions," which always comes in handy.
A job well done then. Er, apart from me and Bayley swapping bad mistakes (he said "nightingale" for turdus philomelos to which I slapped the table in spontaneous disgust, and I said "Oberon" was the biggest moon on Uranus (snigger ... sorry)). Yep, we coulda got 60 (but then again, we've only reached that promised land once before). I apologise for my disgusting conduct in both cases. Look at us, always striving for perfection and self-flagellating. It's never good enough for us is it?
Next up: Atletico
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