Three of three

The countdown concludes  . . . and the flash brightens up my life once more.

Three 180s in one day. That's quite a rarity these days. Last time I done that was May 29th.

183/50

Two of three

The countdown continues . . . and I'm still loving that flash. Give me my simple pleasures in life.

182/50

One of three

 A countdown commences . . .  I like it when the flash kicks in.

181/50

I need a drone for Christmas

There's a 180 in there somewhere.

My 180th 180 of 2025.

180/50

Field of Anxious Dreams

I have had three darts dreams in the last two and a half days. 

That's not good . . . especially when those dreams doesn't involve me scoring a 9-darter against Luke Littler at a World Championship or bonding with Marisa Tomei over a love of Loxley's latest range of darts.

Instead, my brain insists on me dreaming about snapped darts, darting mishaps involving four darts in the board, and darts matches which resemble that pub scene from An American Werewolf in London.

I need a new hobby.

Hanging by a thread . . .

I'm sure you can guess which one was the third dart. A bit cheeky that I took time out to take the photo. If it had been an actual match, I'd have been sprinting to the dartboard to retrieve the darts before that third dart dropped out.

179/50

Never fear . . .

. . . it may take 5 and a half years but I will hunt you down, and I will post those pics on the blog.

Where there's an opportunity for a humblebrag, it's never too late, never too sad or never too obnoxious.

Not so PC at PC's (groan)

Practicing before a Tuesday night league match. I think this might be my first ever 180 at this particular bar. I'm not 100% sure but a 180 is a 180. It could have spelt the kiss of death for the match itself but we ended up winning 10-9 on the night. And against a team from the same bar. Two derby wins in one week . . .and with Celtic flights. I need to pass them onto Brendan before the semi final.

178/50

The Mismatch Report

So last night's grudge match turned out to be a bit of a damp squib. Turns out they were nice guys, despite the fact that they had done the darting dirty on us last season (I'll give them the benefit of doubt for the season before that). 15-4 was a bit of massacre, but we needed the win and we especially needed the extra points.

I was just glad that the T-shirts didn't come back to bite us on the arse. That would have been embarrassing. Yes, I am being suitably cryptic.

In other news, just scored my 177th 180 of the year. They are few and far between at the moment. They always dry up in the fall. Don't know why. Probably my old bones and the weather.

177/50

Fuck you, Russ Bray

I was on double 2 after my first two darts. . . you can guess the rest. I wasn't waiting another 16 days for my next 180.

. . . I ended up losing the leg. I don't care. Fuck you, the Russ Bray App.

176/50

Use your imagination . . .

And breathe.

16 days . . . 16 bastard days . . .  it was 16 days since my last 180. It was lockdown all over again.

The daft thing is that I'm not actually playing that badly at the moment. I've probably thrown for a 180 about 7 or 8 times in the past week, but no banana. Funny how it works. Will I be able to hit 200 before the end of the year? Not if I only hit a 180 every 16 days. Fingers, thumbs and hot buns crossed.

175/50

Session Man (1991)

 

The Hateful Eight (2015)