Besides the Hash, which I’ll get to in a minute, I spent some time in the kitchen yesterday. I made the usual double batch of crockpot chili and it sold out again. A captive audience of hungry Hashers helps in that regard I suppose. I also baked a carrot cake, and that turned out to be a real treat. Now, I’m no Kevin Kim–I make hardly anything from scratch. I was very surprised to find a carrot cake mix at the grocery store, it’s been literally years since I’ve seen one. It was a brand I’ve never heard of, Maya, but what the hell, pseudo-bakers like me can’t be choosers.

I wasn’t sure what to expect, being a Pillsbury/Betty Crocker kind of guy, but I was pretty damn pleased with the results. The only real difference from the American brands I’m used to was that the contents did not include the carrots. Grating 1 3/4 cups of fresh carrots would be a real pain in the ass, but luckily, I have a domestic helper to do the jobs I don’t want to do.

Alright then, are you ready to Hash? Leech My Nuggets was the Hare and he’s another one of the guys who prefer a very challenging trail. Always marks them well though and that’s something I really appreciate. He also gives our “sane” group a map of the route in advance, which facilitates our shortcutting. Yesterday’s trail had three big climbs (and of course, three descents). Our group did the first up, and then came down the mountain on the path that was Leech’s third up, thereby avoiding the worst part of the trail (anytime there is a rope involved to get over a rock, I ain’t interested!).

So, I’d never done the up we took at the beginning, most of the middle was over the familiar My Bitch trail, and we modified the end to avoid having to cross a wet rice paddy. I’d call that a win-win–the trail was as hard or as easy as you wanted to make it. I’ve got some pictures, of course.

What time is it? I have darts tonight.

Sometimes you come across something and think, yeah, I can relate…

Can hardly wait to see what happens next!

Yeah, that’s really a thing here in the Philippines. The BER months (September, October, November, and December) are celebrated as the holiday season. Last night I heard someone playing Jingle Bells. And this morning I got a message from a friend wishing me a Merry Christmas. I shit you not.

Yesterday morning found me at Baypointe Hospital having the required tests administered so that I might be able to schedule my much-needed cataract surgery. An electrocardiogram, blood work, and a chest x-ray are apparently necessary to ensure I won’t die during what the eye doctor described as a fifteen-minute procedure under local anesthesia. I’m sending my helper to pick up the results and provide them to the cardiologist on Friday. Hopefully, I can get the operation next week. It really sucks not being able to see clearly.

I played darts for the first time in a week last night and didn’t lose a leg–defeating all of my opponents in the winner’s bracket 2-0. I wore my old Seoul International Dart League shirt and I guess it still had some of that old good luck in it.

I was very surprised to see that Jessel is once again working at Alley Cats. She told me she resigned from her position at the hotel. I was friendly and bought her a welcome back lady drink, but I didn’t feel a thing. Well, that’s not entirely true. I felt sorry for her not getting to experience the life I had fantasized about us sharing. I felt lucky for myself that she proved her unworthiness before I took things to the next level. I still can’t figure her out, but I realized last night she is just not who or what I thought she was. Her ability to communicate, at least in English, seems to be close to nil. Not sure why I didn’t realize that before, but I guess in my heart I was making excuses for her. I am happy to report my brain is once again in full control and I have let go of any and all emotions I recently felt for her. It was definitely a winning night!

I guess we’ll see what happens next in my so-called life. Stick around!

Actually, it’s a Hash Monday–how manic can that be?

Changed things up a bit and took the dogs for a walk on the beach at Baloy this morning. Probably won’t do that again any time soon. Too many strays to fend off. My secondary purpose was breakfast at Treasure Island, which was fine once it was served. It took WAY too long though. Ah well, how bad can things be when that’s all I’ve got to complain about?

Started my evening yesterday at It Doesn’t Matter. Enjoyed some more laughs with Roan. I like her company so much I decided to ask her out for lunch on her day off tomorrow. She accepted. So, I guess it’s a date. We even discovered something we have in common last night. Her “real” name is Rochelle and that’s the name she went by in school. But at home, everyone knows her as Roan. So, when friends from school came to visit and asked for Rochelle, confusion ensued. When I was growing up, I was John at school and went by Mark in the neighborhood. Long story, but my parents couldn’t agree on my name so dad called me John and mom and my brothers called me Mark. It’s no wonder I’m borderline schizophrenic.

Anyway, I don’t think of Roan as a potential girlfriend. She’s fun to be around, that’s enough for me. We are going to eat at Arizona. It’s on her side of town and she’s never been there for a meal, so it will be a new, and hopefully nice, experience for her.

Anal Receptive (my neighbor Ed) is the Hare today. I ran into him at Mango’s Saturday night and he described the trail that he’s plotting. I expect I’ll be shortcutting again.

I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow.

I guess I never really left but I did take a detour to explore a dead-end road called Love. So, I still have my darts, my walking, and my drinking adventures to post about. That’s probably best for you readers and me.

Another third-place finish in darts last night, but no complaints about it this time. I threw better than I did on Friday and we lost to superior teams. That’s the way it goes. After darts, a group of us went across the street to Mango’s and enjoyed a late dinner. I devoured my pork chops favorite. The other end of the table had roast chicken and baby back ribs. No one was disappointed in their meal. Kevin and I split the $70. tab. Not bad for seven diners, eh?

In other news, the canteen I’m sponsoring for a friend is making progress towards opening. She’s had a crew out cleaning, painting, and fixing things up. I wish her well. Tough times to be opening an eatery, but the business model she plans doesn’t rely so much on foreigners. Hopefully when the lockdowns are lifted there will be lots of Filipino tourists back in town to enjoy the beach and her Filipino delicacies.

And here’s a public service announcement:

A long (for me) 10K solo hike this morning. I snapped a photo every kilometer or so…

You can Relive the hike here if you so desire:

And that’s where things stand in my loveless world.

The river flows
It flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes
That’s where I want to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town

All he wanted
Was to be free
And that’s the way
It turned out to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town

I do my weekly grocery shopping at the Royal Duty Free supermarket on SBMA (the old Navy base). There is a premium to be paid for the experience, especially when your purchase imported goods. I also allow one of my non-resident helpers to accompany me and fill her personal basket with miscellaneous items as well. Today she added a $35 rice cooker to the mix, but that’s the exception, she is normally reasonably frugal on my dime.

And that’s how I spent my morning. I feel a nap coming on soon. And they said retired life can be boring. No way!

I had mentioned before that I was going to be an investor like Jimmy John Shark in a friend’s business endeavor. She wants to do a canteen-type place featuring the Filipino foods she enjoys preparing. We had looked at a place that was formerly a small bar called Generals. It had been closed for several months but had a kitchen and a small seating area. We offered the asking price and then our offer was rejected. I figured it was all a scam, but today I happened to be walking by and it was the grand re-opening, except now it’s called MacArthur’s.

So, my friend kept looking for another option. And it looks like it is going to be this:

Her business model is to provide meals for the bargirls working around town. She will also provide food to the hungry customers at Beach Please. And of course, the passerby on the highway out front. It could work, especially since the rent is only 12,000 pesos ($240.) a month. She signed the lease today. I was trying to give her some advice and she said “leave it to me”, so that’s what I’ll do. Good luck!

I’m going to play darts tonight. Facebook shared this memory today of me and my sweet friend Sohee after a victory in 2017. She was a special woman but took her own life two years later. What a waste.

Google maps sent their monthly update showing me everywhere I traveled in July.

And that’s the news from here. The day started off nice enough:

Still, the Friday group got a nice hike in without getting too wet. I’ll call that progress.

More on that tomorrow.

A relatively easy 7.5K trail at yesterday’s Hash, but totally appropriate for the weather conditions. Mother Nature certainly does seem to have a sense of humor though. The clouds were breaking up and the sun was shining through as I headed out to our starting place at the VFW. Then, almost as soon as we started our hike, the skies opened up and gave us a good soaking. Ten minutes later the rain stopped and we marched on. Later in the hike we got drenched again, but once you are wet, what difference does it make?

It’s still raining today. And I’ve got a date of sorts this afternoon. I’ll fill y’all in on the details tomorrow.

I’m bound to wander.

And now I’ve arrived at my new residence here on a street named Shenandoah Bend.

The actual moving part yesterday was every bit as bad as I imagined it would be and more. It took three trips in the Hash truck and several more in my driver’s car. When I moved here I brought two suitcases and mailed one box of stuff from Korea. I was astounded by how much crap I’ve accumulated in just three years.

Making things more difficult was that it rained periodically during the move, necessitating pausing to wait for a break in the storm before making a dash up the hill to my new place. I hired four Filipino helpers to lug my heavy shit out to the truck then offload it in my new place. That included a refrigerator, stove, freezer, bed, washing machine, grill, and TV.

Of course, the unpacking has been just as tedious and tiring. I’m probably 90% done now, but I’m going to need to get better organized I think. One of the big differences between here and my old house is that I have much less storage space available. It will all be fine once I get settled in and used to everything.

As tired as I was yesterday I still went out for a few beers at Palm Tree. Took a trike back home and experienced what I expect will be a regular occurrence–the trike didn’t have enough power to make it up the big incline leading to my house. So, I guess I’ll be walking/stumbling the last couple of blocks home from now on.

This morning I went into Olongapo and had keys made. I needed extras for the front gate, front door (keys), and the maid’s room, which is now occupied by Inday and her boyfriend.

So, that’s what I’ve been up to. Sorry I couldn’t squeeze out a post yesterday. I did sleep great last night, hope that becomes a trend.

Alright then, we’ll try to get on with the new normal around here starting tomorrow. See you then.

So help me, God.

I fool around some on the Quora website. What can I say? I guess I have too much time on my hands. Mostly I’m just a reader, scrolling past the vast majority of questions/answers for which I have no interest. That includes most of the political posts because I learned long ago that arguing with strangers over politics is pointless. Still, occasionally I will answer a question directed my way. Especially when I’m bored. So, a while back the question posed was, “Am I lucky living in the Philippines?”. This was my answer:

There is no place else I’d rather be at this time in my life. No, it is far from perfect, but what place is perfect? I’m an American, but there is no way I’d want to be living there with all that craziness going on. Do I get frustrated sometimes with things that happen here? Of course, I do. But then I take a walk in the mountains or on the beach, and I remember what’s important in life.

This just happened today—I watched a documentary on Bangladesh and realized that even the poor people in the Philippines live a much better life than many people do elsewhere in the world.

Yes, I feel lucky to be here.

That’s about as innocuous it gets. Just my personal opinion based on my own experience here. So, I was shocked when the Quora team advised me today that they’d shared my response with two million members. It’s been viewed 142,000 times and received 647 upvotes. Wow, I wish LTG was that popular! It’s also generated a few dozen comments, almost all of them positive. That’s also pretty amazing for the internet. But yesterday this comment came along from someone who calls himself “Hung Lo”:

Yea, they’re so happy there that’s why millions of them are dying to come here to the U.S In fact Philippines makeup the largest if not the largest Asian group living there, but yet we have the poster here and others claiming that the people of the Philippines (or atleast insinuating) are happy and content with life in their native country which can’t be further from the truth.

Stop projecting and assuming that just because life has dealt you a better hand, living in a developed country one with stability and opportunities that there aren’t others such as the natives of the Philippines aren’t yearning for the same.

Let me ask you this. What makes the Philippines so great that a more developed country doesn’t have? If I had to guess I’d bet all my marbles that it has something to do with the very young/youthful and all the pleasures it brings for the old, the forgotten and the perverted. *Sicko

I found this response both ignorant and irksome. I decided to just let it go as unworthy of a response. But then I read it again this morning and didn’t want Mr. Hung Lo to get the impression that my silence was an acknowledgement that he was right in his assessments. So, I wrote this:

Millions you say? In the USA Filipino immigrants represent the fourth-largest origin group after the foreign born from Mexico, India, and China. Of course, like all immigrants (and the USA was founded on immigrants) people here look for opportunities to better themselves and live a more comfortable life. That doesn’t mean they are unhappy. In fact, I’ve not seen any of the violence and hatred here that is occurring in the USA. Nope, not one city burned or looted. Go figure. The happiness of the Filipino people is not about money, it is about the love of family. You have to see it to believe it.

You shouldn’t bet all your marbles on anything, because it appears to me you have already lost them. Your racist and sexist comment assuming that all young Filipino women are whores makes you the “sicko”. Crawl back into your hole now, snake.

Probably shouldn’t have bothered, I know. But I’m glad I did anyway. Here’s another comment that disagreed with me, but I actually respected his viewpoint:

As a Filipino citizen (born and raised here), I wish I could say the same. It’s only ever fun to be here as an outsider/foreigner, from my perspective, since that’s already somewhat of a privilege. The economy is a headache, the extremely conservative mindset of a significant portion of the population is equally frustrating, and I won’t even dare touch the topic of politics and justice.

Being happy in spite of all that’s happening isn’t much of a good thing in my perspective too, going back to my point regarding conservative mindsets and such. Resilience in hardships is praised here a lot, as well as by foreigners I think, but I truly can’t cope with that. Resilience and staying happy isn’t always good, especially in such a fragile and hostile political environment (again, not diving deeper into that but I hope the point gets across). It’s quite defeatist in my eyes and I don’t think I can stomach living the rest of my life seeing this resiliency mindset “thrive” so much.

Again, it’s just a matter of perspective but I really can’t help but post my opinion.

Now that is how you agree to disagree without being disagreeable. He makes a fair point that if people remain accepting of the status quo and resilient in the face of the hardships that result from incompetent and corrupt political leaders, nothing will ever change for the better.

Anyway, putting Quora down for now and moving on, let me tell you about my breakfast. Pizza! Other than leftovers, I can’t recall ever having a pizza so early in the day (or seeing one on the breakfast menu). This one was topped with egg and sausage, so I figured, why not?

It’s another Hash Monday and I’ll be heading out soon to climb a mountain. The “sane” group I Hash with has determined there are better ways to do so than the Hare (Guenter) has planned, so just like the Burger King, we are gonna have it our way. Stay tuned for a full report tomorrow.

It’s bee a while since I’ve shared the lyrics to one of our Hash songs here, so let me leave you with this:

(sung to the tune of “If you’re happy and you know it”)

If your girlfriend tastes like shit, roll her over
If your girlfriend tastes like shit, roll her over
If your girlfriend tastes like shit,
It’s her asshole not her clit
If your girlfriend tastes like shit, roll her over

And now you know why I infrequently share Hash songs here. Sorry!

Once again I failed to make it out to Baloy, but It Doesn’t Matter suited my purpose just fine. I’m rather fond of the camaraderie with the friendly expats who also hang out there. A nice change of pace from drinking exclusively with the bargirls.

I had dinner waiting for me at home in the crockpot:

Another rough night of trying to sleep with itchy hands and feet. Hopefully, I can get a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.

It’s been unseasonably warm these past few days. I’m sweaty even after a brief early morning dog walk. I keep hearing rainy season is imminent and I’m looking forward to having something different to complain about.

Yes, the Hash On-Home today is at the Alta Vista clubhouse and I’m contributing a double-sized batch of chili to help assuage the after-hike hunger of my fellow Hashers. There is really nothing special about my chili, but I do appreciate the positive feedback I get from the customers. A couple of folks even ask for takeout. If my bar-owning fantasy ever came true (it won’t!) I’d keep a pot of chili on the stove every day. The house specialty and it goes down easy when accompanied by an icy cold beer. I’d rather dream about it than do it, though.

That’s it for today. Hopefully one day soon I’ll have something exciting to post about. Hmm, maybe I I should be careful what I wish for.

Or maybe recovered is the better word. Either way, I overcame whatever it was that ailed me yesterday, and have now rejoined the land of the living. It’s good to be here!

Obviously, I wasn’t all that sick. It just seemed that my get up and go, got up and left. I baked brownies in anticipation of visiting the floating bar, but when it came time to shower, I just didn’t have the energy to make the effort. So I sat on my lazy ass and watched some TV. I was surprised to find Lonesome Dove, the Larry McMurtry Western series, available on YouTube (I’ve canceled Netflix and Amazon Prime). Been years since I’ve watched that program and I enjoyed seeing the first part of Part One again.

It was the first night in a very long time that I hadn’t gone out to enjoy a beer at one of the many fine venues available in my sweet little retirement town. Here’s to hoping it’s a long time before that ever happens again. I’ll be doing Friday night darts at Alley Cats today, so that will hopefully get me back in my groove.

What else have I got for you?

Here are just a couple of photos from my Wednesday Walkers group hike I was too lazy didn’t have the energy to post yesterday:

And that’s all I’ve got for today. I joined the Friday hiking group for a trip out to Tibag this morning. I’ll post about that tomorrow.

Another Wednesday is in the books. Here’s how I spent mine.

I’ll save the hike for the end. I already told you about the drama with my house. Nothing really new to report, other than one of the landlord’s family members, Pablo, is in town. He’s the guy I actually rented from originally. My basement neighbor told me he didn’t know anything about the rent increase. Hmm, maybe some family drama on the horizon. Meanwhile, the rental agent for my new place sent me a draft copy of the lease, which looks pretty standard. A concerning item on the “pet amendment” says only one dog is allowed. Obviously, that will have to be modified or it is no deal.

Put on my darts attire and carried my arrows down to Alley Cats for the tourney last night, but after arriving, I just wasn’t feeling like playing. Wednesday is league day, so the tournament starts later and there are more players than usual. I just didn’t want to invest that much time sitting around a crowded bar. A couple of beers and I was off to a less crowded venue, It Doesn’t Matter. Some more beers there, then I headed out to The Pub to indulge my Wednesday tradition of Korean-style chicken wings.

What else? Well, this is the photo I used for this week’s episode of making my liberal friends on Facebook heads explode:

I was taking a leak in Mango’s the other night and saw this cartoon posted on the wall. I like it because it provides a good excuse for me being such a slowpoke on our group hikes.

I guess that provides a good lead-in for my report on yesterday’s Wednesday Walkers hike. We did a relatively easy 6K trek with one moderate climb. That’s the way old fuckers like me like it! Anyway, lots of photos (many courtesy of Scott) will tell the story better than I can.

Another good day on trail!

I will endeavor to leave my faithful readers with a smile:

Cristy is the #1 player in the Barretto Singles League. We had a nice end-of-the-season round robin tournament for the Stars (upper) division players yesterday. In the championship round, Cristy kicked things off by beating Espie 5-2. I played Espie next and also won 5-2. That set up a finals best of seven match between me and Cristy. Cristy won the first two 501 legs, and I won the following two cricket legs. So, it came down to 301 DIDO (double in/double out). Cristy took both and earned the 1000 pesos first prize money.

On the other board, the remaining three Stars players competed for the Best of the Rest prize money (500 pesos), and Billy prevailed. So, the tournament results matched how things played out over the course of the season–Cristy first, me second, Espie third, and Billy fourth.

Padz was working at the tournament venue, Alley Cats, and was looking especially lovely in a sexy dress. I snuck this picture of her

But wait, it gets worse. I’d asked her earlier if she remembered those days in grade school when kids would pass notes to each other. She laughed and said yes. So, before I went to play my championship match with Cristy, I passed her a note like I would have as a kid. She never said anything, but as I was leaving the bar she came over to me and put something in my pocket. When I got outside I took it out and had a look:

Alright, enough of that. This morning’s internet trolling led me to an interesting article written by a person who retired in Mexico–“7 downsides of living in a beach town”. What I found interesting is they are the same kind of things I bitch about here in the Philippines, especially #2–the noise. Then I got to thinking “what do Mexico and the Philippines have in common? Well, how about centuries of Spanish colonization? Those bastards!

I also deemed it time to make a pot roast in the slow cooker. I had bought a brisket roast from my meat lady, and it was now defrosted and ready to go. I sliced it up and put it in the crockpot. Then I poured in some pepperoncini, mushrooms, corn, peas, tomato, and onions. Reached on the shelf for my seasoning mix, and wala (Tagalog for none), nothing for pot roast or beef stew. Damn, now what? It goes against my nature, but I went on the internet and found a recipe for making my own seasoning. I had most of the ingredients and made a couple of creative substitutions (Italian spice covers a wide range, right?) for the ones I didn’t. One difference was that this is a rub, not something I could just pour on as usual. Oh well, I pulled the meat slices up from the bottom and rubbed on my seasoning. I also put some in water and poured it in for old times sake.

And finally, there’s this. I got one of those Facebook messages from a person I’ve never met in person. She was looking for work and asked if I needed a housekeeper. I told her I already had someone for that, but asked if she did massage. She told me she could and so I made arrangements to give her a try out today.

I did as much due diligence as I could. We have several mutual friends on Facebook. I looked through some of her posts there and saw she had two children. When I met her today, she told me she had worked in Alaska Club previously.

She gave me an okay massage and then asked if I wanted anything else? Shit, is there more than one answer to that question when the person asking looks like the girl in that picture above? So yeah, I opted for the happy ending. It probably looked something like this:

She seemed satisfied with the compensation I provided (2500 pesos), at least she gave me a hug. Then I walked her out to the subdivision gate. I asked “how old are you anyway?” and guessed 22. She laughed and responded 19. Yikes! Legal but scary. Youngest I’ve been with since I was, well, 19. It’s a whole other world here, that’s for sure.

The Friday group hike turned out to be an all day affair. Got home in time for a quick shower before heading out to the darts tourney. Alas, that gave me no opportunity to post about the nothingness of Thursday’s events, but as you can probably imagine, you didn’t miss much.

So, as I’ve mentioned before, the Friday group tends to seek out adventure, at least to the extent that we like to hike in places we don’t normally visit. Yesterday was no exception. We took the Hashmobile and traveled about 40 minutes out of town to Cawag, where we hiked up into the hills and back again. A couple of the folks with has had done this hike several years ago, but things change. Once again, we didn’t find the trail we sought and wound up having to blaze our way through the first climb of the day. It was tough going.

We did find the trail eventually and it made for a much easier trip back down the mountain. A few of us came down ahead of the pack because we were tired and hot. We all regrouped later at a nice little roadside cafe that was just recently opened that we happened to find by chance. And in an odd twist of fate, one of our hikers knew the proprietor and she was familiar with the Hash because back in the day, her now-deceased husband had hosted several On-Home gatherings at his house. Small world, eh?

Let’s do the pictures then:

I’ve got to rush out now for my singles league match. I’ll bring y’all up to speed on the rest of the doings and goings on in these parts tomorrow.

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;
“But I like it
“Because it is bitter,
“And because it is my heart.”

Stephan Crane

A challenging night of darts last night. I teamed up with Billy, one of the top players, but we both struggled early on. Kevin and Troy, a solid team but one we should have beaten, knocked us into the losers bracket. We fought our way back against some other tough opponents, before meeting Kevin and Troy again in the semi-finals. This time we managed to secure a victory setting us up for a showdown with Cristy and Gerlie for the championship. Cristy is currently the strongest darter in Barretto and Gerlie is no slouch. We had our work cut out for us and almost miraculously I finally started throwing some decent darts. We needed them to play it out all the way to the final leg of the second match. And we won!

During the evening some of the dreaded darts drama reared its ugly head. Nothing related to the tourney, rather some people were complaining about a decision I made regarding the singles league. I’d been drinking of course which does reduce my ability to tolerate bullshit so I might have overreacted a bit. But I take personal attacks, well, personally. And when someone doesn’t like something I’ve done, I’m fine with agreeing to disagree. It’s over the line though to accuse me of being “unfair” when the decision I made was predicated on fairness.

In a nutshell, here’s what happened: A player quit midway through the season, which is a chickenshit thing to do to begin with. So, I needed a replacement and offered the spot to Espie who I promised could have the next opening. Now, the guy who quit was ranked last in the league. Espie is a very solid player, certainly capable of holding her own in the top tier. I was in the process of splitting our 12 players into two divisions and placed Espie in the higher group. It seemed to me that letting her play in the lower division which she would likely dominate wouldn’t be fair to that group. I did reach out to the 6th ranked player and asked if he was willing to play in the lower division rather than the spot he had earned in the top division. He readily agreed. And so it was done. And several players proceeded to attack me and my decision. I went home pissed, slept it off, woke at 2:00 a.m. unable to go back to sleep thinking about it so I posted this on our league Facebook page:

AN ANNOUNCEMENT
As most of you know, we had a player quit the league at the end of Round 1. The league format works best with an even number of players so I needed a replacement. Espie had asked to join the league at the beginning of the season but I already had 12 players. I told her she would be at the top of the waiting list. For this reason, I invited her to join the league for Round 2 Divisional play.

The player who quit finished last in Round 1. As you know, Espie is a very strong player. In my opinion, she would have an unfair advantage playing in the lower division. I asked the player who finished 6th in Round 1 and qualified for the upper division if he would object to playing in the lower division. He told me he did not have a problem with that. So I thought we were set and made the schedule and spreadsheets for Round 2 with Espie in the top division.

I have now heard from several of you that my decision to do so was unfair. I admit I was shocked to hear this. The whole purpose of Round 1 was to establish competitive divisions based on a player’s performance during Round 1. In my opinion, Espie is a much stronger player than the one who quit and belongs in the upper tier. If I’m wrong about that it is unfair to Espie, not the other players in the league. Again, to allow a stronger player to dominant the lower division is unfair to those players in my view.

I first founded this singles league format over 10 years ago. I have run the league in the USA and Korea. In Seoul, we had four divisions and 32 players. The intent of the league has always been to have fun in a competitive environment while improving our darting skills. This is the first time I’ve ever been accused of being unfair.

Therefore, I am resigning from the league. Espie can replace me which should be “fair” to everyone. I will leave it to the players to find a replacement for the vacancy in the Champs division.

I will continue to update the stats for the remainder of the season unless there is an objection to my doing so.

Good luck and shoot well.

You know, running a league is a pain in the ass under the best circumstances. I had avoided starting one after my move here because I didn’t want the headaches and hassles. But I know it really helps people improve their skills and strategies and I thought I should make a contribution to our darting community. I wasn’t looking for a thank you, but damn, I wasn’t expecting a fuck you either.

So, as of now, I’m taking a break. From the league, from tourneys, from the darts scene in general and the people who populate it. I certainly don’t want to be perceived as unfair so I think it is for the best. On the bright side, it is always a good thing when folks reveal what they truly think about you.

UPDATE: Wow! I feel vindicated:

Yesterday my Friday walking group went off in search of new adventures.

Scott drove and notwithstanding his long-term residency here, he’d never ventured out to the area we had planned to hike. He still hasn’t. We weren’t exactly sure of the best driving route to take and we ended up on a road that was essentially impassable in less than a four-wheel-drive vehicle. So we just parked on the side of the road and hoofed it from there. Six kilometers later we arrived at the location we had intended to start from. Seeing as we still had 6K ahead of us to get back to the car we decided to save the planned trail for another day. We did at least find a different route back, so there was that.

Actually, the hike we did was pretty nice regardless. The first half was along a dike that holds back the floodwaters when the Santo Tomas river has had too much to drink. The only downside was a lot of dump truck traffic kicking up dust on the road. But it was really nice to be out exploring new vistas. I commented to the group that I couldn’t remember the last time we did a hike and didn’t have an ocean view. I haven’t walked that much river since my hiking days in Korea. Good times!

Credit to Scott for most of these photos:

I did make it out to Mango’s to watch the sunset.

And like the lark that I am, I was home and in bed before 9:00 p.m. and up at 0500 to start my day.

And there you have another day in the life here at Long Time Gone.

This morning I’m laying trail with my co-Hare for tomorrow’s Hash. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with some random shit from my so-called life.

Alright, that’s all I’ve got for now. That powder isn’t going to lay itself!

No real complaints about yesterday’s Hash trail. A good 6K hike with one moderate climb, nice weather, and no falls or injury. Just the way I like it!

I took a tricycle back to Barretto and devoured some pork chops to satisfy my well-earned hunger. Then it was on to home and in bed by 8 p.m. Not as sad as it sounds, it was a fine day.

Pubic Head and I will be Hares for next week’s trail. More on that later.

It’s election day back in the USA. As of this writing, I have seen no returns or other reports on the potential outcome of what just might be the most important presidential vote in my lifetime. I’m nervous about the outcome, not because I have any questions about who is the better-qualified candidate to lead our nation these next four years, rather I have my doubts about the competence and intelligence of the electorate.

I guess the above sounds pretty generic in the sense that a supporter of either of the candidates could reasonably make that statement. Although I don’t delve into politics much these days on the blog, regular readers I’m sure know where I stand on the issues our nation faces and the leadership we need to successfully move into the future. I’m no Trump fanatic, far from it in fact. But just as I chose the clown over the crook in 2016, I’ll take the asshole over the idiot in 2020. I do hope it turns out that way and I reckon I’ll know for sure soon enough.

All of this is a leadup to a post that appeared on my Facebook newsfeed yesterday, written by a “friend” from back in my Korea days named Martin Kelly:

No, that’s not what I am saying. ….I’m not saying I think all Trump supporters are Nazis. I’m saying I know that for a fact. The sky is blue, the sea is green, all Trump supporters are Nazis.

But surely you are not accusing 39 million……

Yes, I am. Sure, of course, some of them are nice guys. But there were nice guy Nazis too

Wow. That is without a doubt the most ignorant thing I have read from someone I know on Facebook in all the years I’ve been wasting time on that platform. And if he is any indication of just how stupid my fellow Americans have become then I truly do fear for my country. I actually went back and looked at his profile page to see if maybe I was missing his sarcasm or some context where such an outrageous comment would make sense. There was none.

I don’t know why I even bothered responding. Someone that far gone with Trump Derangement Syndrome can’t be saved by offering up a rational opposing view. Instead, I said this:

Reductio ad Hitlerum (/ˈhɪtlərəm/; Latin for “reduction to Hitler”), also known as playing the Nazi card,^[1][2] is an attempt to invalidate someone else’s position on the basis that the same view was held by Adolf Hitler or the Nazi Party.^[3] One example would be that since Hitler was against smoking, this implies that someone who is against smoking is a Nazi.^[4]

Coined by Leo Strauss in 1953, reductio ad Hitlerum borrows its name from the term used in logic called reductio ad absurdum (“reduction to the absurd”).^[5] According to Strauss, reductio ad Hitlerum is a form of ad hominem, ad misericordiam, or a fallacy of irrelevance. The suggested rationale is one of guilt by association. It is a tactic often used to derail arguments because such comparisons tend to distract and anger the opponent.^[6]

Wikipedia

And just in case the words were too big for his closed little mind, I added a helpful illustration:

Oh well, nothing I can do about politics except live as best I can with whatever the future may bring. Thank God I have the benefit of living thousands of miles away from my troubled homeland.

So, after that experience, I went out to ease my mind with some darts competition. Somehow the headgear of the tournament director was comforting:

Good fortune was with me as I drew Christy, one of the top players here in Barretto, as my partner. She did the heavy lifting and I made some meaningful contributions as we sailed our way to victory without losing a game.

I also received my meat delivery yesterday. How’s this for a slab of beef:

A small turnout for today’s Wednesday walking group.

And as always, thank you to my readers for blessing me with your presence here at Long Time Gone.

Oh wait, I almost forgot. Turns out that litter DOES grow on trees here:

And I’m also going to share the unlikely news that I DID NOT see a discarded facemask during my hike today.

Until we meet again, then.