"The Name of the Game"

A 180 at a local Luck of the Draw. Sadly, it wasn't during an actual match. Just a practice session.

Equally sad, is that I played actual garbage during the event itself. Got down to the last 7 from 27 entrants, but this was more from luck than design. My only half-decent performance was during a Cricket doubles game with J.F., where the gamesmanship from one of the opponents was off the chart. I'd played him in league darts on Monday nights in the past but I don't remember him previously playing these tricks to fuck with my head. A strange occurrence, but we won in the end. Snatching victory from the jaws of defeat, and all that jazz.

59/50

It's probably the surname . . .

. . . they put two and two together and come up with a leprechaun with a set of darts in his hand. Maybe they think my dartitis is me doing the Riverdance?

That's the second time someone at the darts has assumed I'm Irish 'cos of my accent. I wouldn't mind but if you leant out my window and threw a soda bread onto the street there's a strong chance you hit an Irish-American. It turns out Irish-Americans can't fathom accents.

What can I do? Run up a makeshift kilt and wear it with a Tam o' shanter hat every time I walk out the door? With my varicose veins? I'd get sectioned. 

"You take pictures of your 180s?"*

Another 180 from that Luck of the Draw which annoyed me. (The Luck of the Draw, not the 180.) I guess it should have been my last 180 at that bar . . . actually, it still might.

5/50

*From a bemused G.A. He was right to be bemused. I have to get over it . . . just not yet.

Let there be (a bit more) light

Back at the Dickensian themed bar (not really), and another 180. 

It was a Luck of the Draw night, and I'd originally been at the *cough* 'Down Down' bar just down the road but I made the trek over because I was under a mistaken impression . . . I thought it was going to be a last chance night. It turns out it wasn't. Just another in a recent longish line of mistaken impressions. 

Ho hum, you'd like to think you'd live and learn . . . but I probably won't.

It wasn't so much a 'last chance' but it is a 'last throw' for Luck of the Draw at that place. It didn't sit right and pouring out the door past 1am is not conducive to my constitution. At least I hit a couple of 180s . . . and I made my cash back.

4/50

No Hammarby puns, please.

Finished second and I got the highest score of the night. I'll take it.