The day started fairly early, around 17.00 when we headed off to Choceň town for a feed. One cannot throw up on an empty stomach, you know. Steak, pizza, you name it, Brad consumed everyone's leftovers before breaking the Czech national tiger parking record. Then it was off to the Sticky Beaver to watch the might of Slavia Prague take on Arsenal.
Sticky Beaver preparing a few brews for the boys.
Was Arsenals 7-0 thumping a taste of things to come in the Grudgeathlon, or would the local boy make full use of home advantage and DESTROY ASBO? Time would tell, but I was getting pretty shit faced waiting to find out.
Around half time, Bara turned up, a saucy Czech ice maiden who had spent the last 10 years spurning the non stop advances of Brad Pitt whilst allowing him the privilege of passing out in her bath tub. ASBO's nob radar immediately clicked into gear, still desperate for a root despite getting blanked by Angelina Jolie in the Chinese casino the previous evening.
The full time whistle blew at Emirates, completing the kind of hammering of the Czechs that ASBO had in mind for Bara a little later on that evening. Still, the night was young, and we headed off to finally get the darts underway.
In front of a packed house, including Bad Boy Bubby, Tomas won the toss and fired away. Using a little bit more science in his approach than ASBO, who to be truthful, seemed a little more interested in finding out if he could double in on Bara. Perhaps it was all part of Tomas' master plan, using Bara to distract ASBO whilst Tomas kept his eye on the prize.
At any rate, Toms easily won the first leg to take the lead in this best of three leg game of 'cricket' darts.
ASBO changed tactics for the second leg, and actually hit the lead at one point, before Brad Pitt, coming to the aid of his fellow countryman, tried to reverse stooge ASBO on the Bara front. ASBO, figuring he'd be able to come back from a 1-0 deficit in the Grudgeathlon, wasn't gonna blow his best chance at a Czech flag in ages,promptly crumbled under Tomas' dead eye shooting, then released some 'cloudiness powder' into Brad Pitts beer.
Brad, who moments earlier was extolling the virtues of the Nocni Bar beer, started to complain but the manager was in no mood for some Hollywood style bullshit. Not sure what fuck off is in Czech, but I'm fairly confident I heard it said a few times to Brad in the next couple of minutes.. Back to the Chinese casino bar then, Tomas to enjoy the fruits of victory, ASBO to settle in for the nights real challenge, getting a root outta Bara.
More to follow, as the night was not even half over by this stage. Will the Grudgemeister again bring shame on himself and pass out on the bar? Will 35 pop up on roulette? Is Angelina Jolie gonna hook back up with Brad in the Chinese casino? Will Tomas head back to the Sticky Beaver? Does Brad Pitt really have Georgia on his Mind? These questions, and more, will be answered in the next post...stay tuned folks.
Was Arsenals 7-0 thumping a taste of things to come in the Grudgeathlon, or would the local boy make full use of home advantage and DESTROY ASBO? Time would tell, but I was getting pretty shit faced waiting to find out.
Around half time, Bara turned up, a saucy Czech ice maiden who had spent the last 10 years spurning the non stop advances of Brad Pitt whilst allowing him the privilege of passing out in her bath tub. ASBO's nob radar immediately clicked into gear, still desperate for a root despite getting blanked by Angelina Jolie in the Chinese casino the previous evening.
The full time whistle blew at Emirates, completing the kind of hammering of the Czechs that ASBO had in mind for Bara a little later on that evening. Still, the night was young, and we headed off to finally get the darts underway.
In front of a packed house, including Bad Boy Bubby, Tomas won the toss and fired away. Using a little bit more science in his approach than ASBO, who to be truthful, seemed a little more interested in finding out if he could double in on Bara. Perhaps it was all part of Tomas' master plan, using Bara to distract ASBO whilst Tomas kept his eye on the prize.
At any rate, Toms easily won the first leg to take the lead in this best of three leg game of 'cricket' darts.
ASBO changed tactics for the second leg, and actually hit the lead at one point, before Brad Pitt, coming to the aid of his fellow countryman, tried to reverse stooge ASBO on the Bara front. ASBO, figuring he'd be able to come back from a 1-0 deficit in the Grudgeathlon, wasn't gonna blow his best chance at a Czech flag in ages,promptly crumbled under Tomas' dead eye shooting, then released some 'cloudiness powder' into Brad Pitts beer.
Brad, who moments earlier was extolling the virtues of the Nocni Bar beer, started to complain but the manager was in no mood for some Hollywood style bullshit. Not sure what fuck off is in Czech, but I'm fairly confident I heard it said a few times to Brad in the next couple of minutes.. Back to the Chinese casino bar then, Tomas to enjoy the fruits of victory, ASBO to settle in for the nights real challenge, getting a root outta Bara.
Bara leaving the scene of Tomas' triumph, with ASBO in hot pursuit.
More to follow, as the night was not even half over by this stage. Will the Grudgemeister again bring shame on himself and pass out on the bar? Will 35 pop up on roulette? Is Angelina Jolie gonna hook back up with Brad in the Chinese casino? Will Tomas head back to the Sticky Beaver? Does Brad Pitt really have Georgia on his Mind? These questions, and more, will be answered in the next post...stay tuned folks.
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