I'm sure the ban is lifted by now, but back in my drinking days I spent a lot of time in bars, so naturally I played my fair share of darts even though I sucked. I rarely wanted to play these games, but when you're getting wasted in public with others, they typically want to do more than drink and bullshit. So I got roped into darts all too often.
I was so bad I regularly broke the fucking darts simply by throwing them at the target. My friends finally had enough and banned me from any future games.
When I left my childhood home I kept the family dartboard, and I came across it recently. I thought, what the hell, why not put it up? I hung it in my kitchen, just about the only place where, if I missed the board, the darts wouldn't really hurt anything else. Then, just to see if my curse continued, I tossed the darts, expecting most to end up in the wall or bouncing off the metal lines.
This is what I got instead:
Holy shit. That's not bad. There's no way in hell I could ever do that well again, so I took the picture, just to have it to laugh about later, and got ready to try again.
Once more, all wound up on the target:
So yeah, I'm still not great, but maybe I'm not as bad as I thought I was. Also, I don't drink anymore, so maybe that's making the difference.
I doubt I will ever enter a competition, but now I have something to do while cooking. Maybe I'll get better. Who can say?
Idle hands . . .
