Absolute jammy bastard

No idea how I hit this one. Dartitis turned up to 11.

The dartitis is now ravaging my body parts at this point. My throwing arm is killing me, my back's out of whack and my left foot feels like someone took a sledgehammer to it. I think I need alcohol to both numb the physical pain and to shut out the mental anguish.

95/50

"It's only practice."

That's a direct quote from two different people, btw.

And, YES, it was practice in-between an actual league match, in-between me twitching from Dartitis when I was actually playing in a match but  . . . fuck . . . it's still a 180 . . . in a bar (PH for the initiated) . . . on a shitty board. I'll take it.

94/50

We lost 11-8. Going into the final round we were 8-6 up but it wasn't to be. (It happens.) The last game of the night  - when we still could have won the match - was the dreaded 501 (Double In, Double Out). No word of a lie, both teams were on D1 for about 25 minutes. Possibly the longest leg of darts I've ever witnessed. The match ended up finishing past midnight. Again, it happens.

The dartitis is still plaguing me when I'm playing but I did win my three games last night, so I stumbled through.

Unexpected

. . . that unexpected that I don't even have a Fresh Meat quote immediately to hand. Sorry about that.

It's kind of annoying that I hit this 180 whilst playing cricket against the Russ Bray app.

87/50

Not a high . . . but still a high

Okay, 146 is not 152 but with my dartitis as it is right now, this qualifies as a good fucking out. (I swear when I'm agitated.*) 

Notice I didn't go T20, T18, D16. That's the commonplace way to go but I have to fall back on muscle memory 98% of the time now. So I will always try and throw the first two darts in the same general area if I can. That means if I'm on 132, I'm going bull, bull, D16 . . . even if it does mean I look like a flash bastard, and if I'm on 116, I'll got T19, S19, D20. I've yet to get to the stage of going T20,T20,D1 for a 122 checkout but that moment is getting closer. (The thing stopping me is the danger of busting out.)

* I also swear when I'm happy, sad, flustered, sweaty and in my sleep.

Fresh Fresh Meat quotes incoming . . .

Buckle up, folks; a deluge of Fresh Meat quotes as post titles will be flooding the blog in the coming days. 

I need to deal with the backlog of 180s  - humblebrag much? - before I get too overwhelmed. I need to do it now as there were only four series of the show, and it has to be admitted that series 3 & 4 were patchy at best and I might run out of zingers.

Where Were You?

Usual schtick . . . where were you last night? A relative painless, dartitis free 180. They still happen occasionally. 

PS - God bless The Mekons.

84/50

A statement of sorts

No complaints about this one. No sick-note about Dartitis; no side-note family drama; nothing more to say.

83/50

Hue and Cry (1947)

 

Foul Play (1978)

 

Bubba Ho-Tep (2002)