Merlin's Infusion Captain is Proven

 

 

This update starts way back in the mists of time on a night very similar to the autumn evening of this skittles match.

A young wizard by the name of Merlin was out on a moonless night seeking the right kind of mushroom. The night was cold and the previous feast with the young king had been generous with mead, so Merlin found himself having to stop and relieve himself against a young oak tree. The wizard continued on his quest, oblivious of his impact to the young tree following its encounter with the mysterious figure. This tree grew into a mighty oak, infused with the wisdom and magic of Merlin.

Over the many years to come the wood from that same tree found itself in the furniture and paraphernalia of the greatest leaders and the sports men and women of our ages. It’s said our own captain’s leg, gnawed by a 1000 insects, weathered by a 1000 years and adorned with a 1000 words of wisdom is made of that same magic smelly wood.

The captain – part oak, part skittle tactician, tinkled on by a wizard – leader of men

Onto the update.

Tap Tap Tap. The noise of the captains peg leg on the tarmac of the pub carpark. An autumn wind blew through the captain’s luxurious locks, magic was in the air.

The game started well – first hand ended with a positive score of 67, it then progressed with 73,77 and a 71. The beer flowed, pork rinds consumed in vast quantities and the team was on a high. Then came the fatal 5th hand. The achilles heal of the team………..

Tap Tap Tap. The captain paced, head lowered, deep in tactical thought, conjuring the much needed words of wisdom for his team at this critical time. Despite the bad juju in the air a hand of 61 was written to the board. Satisfied, the captain silently turned back towards the bar.

But had the team over stretched  ? the next hand was rocked by a score of 57  had the beer caught up ? The final hand ended with a 68 – was it enough ?

However the team had left far too great an ask for the challengers, and despite a stupendous rally by the visitors on the final hand victory came to our team.

The Captain’s sage words and tactics had come through again.

The team victorious, the good lady of the pub mixed the menu up and served up a banquet of chips and sausages (as opposed to sausages and chips like last week)

The second win of the season.

A special mention should go to the top scorer of the evening, I won’t mention his name as he is far too modest and would not see it fit. The team wanted to lift him high and carry him to the car on their shoulders, but whilst being blessed with youth this mighty player has a wise head on his shoulders and thought such exertion far too risky for the old team players as he feared for their hips and knees. Instead he settled for their quiet respect and an extra sausage.

Tap tap tap went the captain’s leg on the tarmac and the night swallowed him up.