Absolut Crap

Team Biographies

Current Members

Former Members

Potential Members

Andrew Brady Debbie Spenner Tommy Neeson
Eric Sellers Philip Rountree
Dave Velazquez Melissa Sellers
Ben Varick Brian Taylor
Nancy Taylor
Tara Sloan
Marty Sloan
Tony Okrutny

Andrew Brady

Andrew is the captain of Absolut Crap. He is ranked a B+ by his peers after two seasons as an A. He is married and works as a Statistician for Florida State University.  He enjoys golf (as of 11/98 he hates golf), watching football, coaching baseball, playing the stock market, and spending time with family and friends. He graduated from Florida State and grew up in Jackson Mississippi. He and his wife, Kim, are proud to announce the arrival of Olivia Renee Brady who was born on June 3rd, 1998.

Eric Sellers

Eric is actually a loser who left Crap, but came back.  Eric left Crap a couple of seasons ago to start the "New York Strippers" dart extravaganza and travelling tuba quartet.  The group disbanded near Kansas City, when Eric began his crusade against the 'Thin Mint' girl scout cookies.  He won nearly $10 million dollars in a law suit against the girl scouts, but squandered every penny betting on croquet matches in Norway.  Since then, he has passed his time performing lobotomys in an illegal hospital in the Cayman Islands.  Fortunately, he never quit playing darts - and jumped at the chance to rejoin Absolut Crap in Fall 1998.  His turn-ons include:  sticking glitter on pinecones, welding, heckling at tennis matches, and watching silent movies with his stereo blaring.

Dave Velazquez

Dave joined Crap in Fall of 1999, and quickly became our chief consultant for the Y2K problem.  Thanks to Dave, we were the first dart team on the planet to become Y2K compliant.  Before joining the team, Dave was a journeyman darter who was a hated rival of Crap -- sporadically.  Dave spent the majority of the 70's as a spot-checker.  First, for a convenience store chain in Holland, then for a crawfish farm in Bogaloosa, and lastly for a dalmation breeder in Hope, Arkansas.  This is where he met, and fell madly in love with a lovely seductress named Hillary.  Unfortunately, the love affair didn't last long, and Dave mourned thoughout the disco era.  When he finally discovered disco in the late 80's, he was ruthlessly tormented by ADS (the anti-disco-society), and lived a life of seclusion for 8 days, 3 hours, and 45 minutes.  This is when he ran out of food, and went out to eat.  While at McDonalds, he scalded himself with hot coffee, but was unable to collect on a frivilous lawsuit because some old witch had the same thing happen to her the day before.  His turn-ons include:  shooting rubber bands at cuckoo clocks, cleaning the lint filters on Maytag dryers, mouthing the letter combination "ph", and cutting the corn off an ear of corn.

Ben Varick

Ben had been a member of Absolut Carp for the past ten years.  It was only in the fall of 1999 that he joined Absolut Crap.  As a founding member of Absolut Carp (a floundering dart team along the Salmon River basin in Idaho), Ben was in charge of providing essential vitamins to the team.  This proved to be too stressful, so Ben packed his mule and set out for the Grand Canyon outlet mall.  He worked at the Guess Jean outlet for 3 weeks before being promoted to the Southeast Sales Manager position.  This, unfortunately for Ben, required him to move to the southeast.  He found, however, that the southeast section of Flagstaff, Arizona wasn't as bad as he aniticipated so he lived there until the constant yearning for life in the southeast quadrant of the United States was too much.  He sold his mule to a local weight guesser, and hopped a shepherd pony eastward.  Upon arriving in Tallahassee, Ben played the fiddle for local Hell's Angels meetings until he was picked up by a needy Absolut Crap team.  His turn-ons include:  finger-printing valuable crystal, re-trying on clothes that are returned to the rack, and slicing, dicing, and cubing using a Ginzu knife.
 

Losers Who Left "Absolut Crap"

Brian Taylor

Brian is a charter member of "Absolut Crap", and has compiled a 79-0 in singles over his 2 year career. Brian help found the team after escaping from prison. He has been sought by the federal police after he was suspected of murdering his first wife. He insists, and we all believe him, that the real murderer was a man with one arm. Brian helps out during all medical crisises (how the hell do you pluralize crisis?), as he has a surgical PHD. His immediate goals are to lead Absolut Crap to a title, then find his wife's killer, then maybe attend fantasy soccer camp somewhere in Brazil. His turn-ons include: fried zucchini, eating Chinese food with Ted Danson, watching football on his head, ton 80's, and saying "pool pump".

Nancy Taylor

Nancy is also a charter member of "Absolut Crap", and has not lost a 501 game on the southwest side of town - at a bar with 1 or more pool tables - when she has less than a 32 out - while her opponent has more than 350 points. Nancy is posing as Brian's wife under the witness protection plan. She attended a small Alabama college for a while, but left after her underground house collapsed killing her pet panda. She mourned for 5 years floating between third world countries in the Middle East. She came to Tallahassee after pirates in the Mediterranean hi jacked her jet ski while she was on her way to tap dance lessons. Her turn-ons are: drunk obnoxious Seminole fans, sitting on city bus seats after large sweaty people with short pants stand up, drinking water from the holding tank of toilets, sexy laughs, and saying the word "scooter".

Tara Sloan

Tara is "Crap's" newest member, and was recruited from a dart league in the southern part of Zaire where she practiced darts by throwing porcupine needles at an elephant's ass. Tara is famous for being the first member of generation "X". Once, while flying her uncle's kite in Wrigley field, she thought of a cure for cancer, but forgot it before she could write it down. Her turn-ons are: standing in a line, break dancing on stained glass, writing nonsense answers to crossword puzzles, chipping out of the sand, and saying the words "computer hardware".

Debbie Spenner

Debbie was an original member of "Crap", but left after only two seasons on the team. As a member of the team she set the modern day record of 45 consecutive tons while balancing a bottle of tequila on her nose. She later took a job in Atlanta scraping the barnacles off of Ted Turner's mast. She was briefly investigated for the Olympic Park bombing, but was released after proving that she was in Pakistan selling turtle shells during the tragedy. She still resides in Atlanta, and currently works as a seeing-eye person for blind dogs.

Philip Rountree

Phil played on "Crap" during the early days, and was very useful getting the team free beer at the Warehouse. Phil was famous for his trick shots. His most talked about shot is where he spits one dart from his mouth, while simutaneaously throwing the other darts with each hand. The dars collide in mid-air knocking the flights off. The force of the collision flips the darts in an end-over-end rotation where the darts finally strike the board backwards in the trip 20, 19, and 18. Phil left the team to investigate the Kurt Cobain murder in Seattle. He recently inked a contract with Disney to play the role of Jim Morrison in a new movie about Mary Tyler Moore.

Melissa Sellers

Melissa re-joined Absolut Crap in the fall of 1999, a couple of seasons after Eric re-joined Crap. The rumor that they met during a dart match is untrue - they met on a peacekeeping mission in Guatemala. Although Melissa knew the members of "Crap" before she met her husband, she decided to betray "Crap", and join the "New York Strippers". Melissa was raised in New Hampshire, and spends most of her free time trying to convince people that her grandfather was not a Canadian Mountie. Her dreams of being born in a French hospital were shattered at an early age when she was born in the United States.

Marty Sloan

Marty help found "Absolut Crap", and is actually credited with naming the team. He has never missed a triple 7 in his life. Marty moved to Tallahassee from Alaska to coach the Florida State football team. To keep local fans from a panic, Marty underwent cosmetic surgery to assume the appearance of head coach Bobby Bowden who was abducted by aliens. Marty coached the Noles from 1987 until December 31 of last year. When Bowden was returned, Marty humbly went back to his normal life of collecting whale teeth to help save the ozone layer. His turn-ons include: finding typografical errors in encyclopedias, painting fake addresses on street curbs, computer enhancing Playboy models to look like lazy, fat, alcoholics sitting on porch swings chewing tobacco, and saying the word "tundra".

Tony Okrutny

Tony was discovered by the members of Absolut Crap while he worked as a tomato juice salesman and put ships into bottles for a hobby.  Crap courted Tony until last year, where he abruptly left town to pursue his lifelong ambition of ridding lower Montana of prairie dogs.  He achieved his goals much sooner than anticipated, so he followed a band of gypsys to Vermont where he tried to get autographs of famous stamp collectors.  When this failed, Tony moved back to Tallahassee and assumed the identity of an Budhist priest rooting for the Auburn Tigers/War Eagles.  He soon gave up his priesthood after admitting to stealing crickets from a bait shop.  His turn-ons include:  popping those bubbles on packing sheets, racing 100 yard dashes against small children, drawing smiley faces, and writing everything in italics.
 
 

Potential Members of "Absolut Crap"

Tommy Neeson  (his appeal to join Absolut Crap)

You see Andrew, it is like this, after I was turned down by the Mighty Mighty Bosstones as their lead kazoo player, I did some soul searching.  First I tried to find out why there are no "B" batteries.  When I was basically sexually assaulted by the Energizer Bunny, I moved on.  I traveled west, I think, this is where I had that situation with the cottage cheese and its all kind of fuzzy
now.  Anyway, I turned up in the great white north.  It was cold there and I really didn't like it.  But I had to see if a 5 ounce swallow could carry a 1 pound coconut.  After 6 months of research, I realized that I was in Canada not 17th century England and I could make those horse sounds by doing that hand slapping thing on my thigh.  I was time I settled down.  My town of choice?  Trenton, New Jersey.  This is where I made my big push to financial freedom.  I pooled all my resources and bought me some stock.  I heavily invested in Boston Chicken.  We were forced to move to down town Baltimore where I currently make a living returning empty "40's".  Its not so bad I make my own hours and when the Mighty Mighty Bosstones come to town I'll try again for that kazoo spot.