Fuck . . .should I say that louder? FUCK! My dartitis really kicked whilst trying to throw the third dart. It took me at least 45 seconds to throw that dart, and even then it was a half throw/half thrust. All the more surprising when it snuck in. I'm never going to shake off dartitis, am I? (The third T60 was the one on the bottom left.)
Apparently, Nathan Aspinall goes to see a hypnotherapist two times a week; so it looks like I'll need to start playing the scratch cards again.
I don't usually post about dreams - and I don't want to go into details now - but that dream featuring a drunken Ted Lasso (Jason Sudekis) on the roadside was a bit too close to the bone for my liking. My sub-conscious really does like to do a number on me sometimes.
The great thing about dreams is that when I look at this post again weeks or months from now, I will have no idea what this post is about. (The beauty of not including details.)
That's 5 180s in one day. My record is 7 180s in one day, which I have achieved twice.
I didn't hit my 31st 180 last year until September 17th.
In 2020 — my best year for 180s — I hit my 31st 180 on the 3rd February. So, theoretically, I'm just lagging behind 2020 but two important points: 1) I was throwing more darts in 2020. A lot more. 2) The dreaded Dartitis had yet to kick in.
Turns out that back in February 2020, I was binge watching Detectorists in the background whlist throwing darts. I just finished binge watching Detectorists a few days ago. I'm nothing if not predictable.
I was half-watching the first season of Grange Hill season whilst throwing. Michael Doyle was a great villain. Up there with J. R. Ewing and Joffrey.
. . . I hit a 150 checkout. That was a wild six minutes.
I didn't think to take a pic of the checkout, 'cos my best checkout is a 152. I actually regret that decision now.
The other downside of that brief flurry of my darts being on point is that my Dartitis started to rear its ugly head again. (It's never far away at any time, tbh.) Only when I was throwing for doubles though. A victim of my success.
28/50
Interesting to note that this 180 and number 27 are near identical in how they've landed in the T20 bed. The only slight difference is that this one landed more to the left side of the T20 bed.
I'm temporarily out of witty and urbane post titles.
Family drama too early in the morning. Nobody's had enough sleep, and everyone's running late, so I seek solace in throwing darts inbetween making breakfasts and lunches.
I will eventually stop posting Rounds of 9 on the blog — obviously I need to free up space for those planned 15,000 word essays — but the novelty hasn't not worn off yet. Especially when it involves T18s, which can be a bit tricky at the best of times.