Jesse and I play a good amount of darts at the House of Rock. Last night, a typical Thursday, we played 4 games of cricket. I experienced something very unusual during the game. The first game was won by Jesse. It was close and had come down to a single throw. This isn’t out of the ordinary because Jesse and I are both at about the same skill level. The second game, Jesse dominated. 256 to 17. I was SOOO angry. HOW COME THE DARTS WON’T GO WHERE I WANT THEM TO GO! My fury was multiplied by his simple nonchalant throwing style. “look at that, another bullseye!” ARRRG! I was so full of hate.
As we started the third game, I suddenly had complete control of my motor skills. Beyond the normal amount. I felt one with the darts, almost as if I could will them to their targets. My first three throws resulted in 100 points, and it didn’t stop. Jesse would hit two 18’s and then I would hit two triple 18’s. I was en fuego.
the final score was 438 to Zero.
But that was it. We played the next game, and it was close again. I had lost the touch.
yes. I know what you’re thinking, and I think you’re right.
I flirted with the Dark Side.