A Different Type Of Darts.

At the match the other night I did not have a bad singles game but my doubles was atrocious with the only decent score towards the end of my leg when I was looking to leave a nice double for my partner. The “good score” only came about because I hit a treble (not even the number I wanted) when I wanted a single thus leaving 17 in a mess for my partner. Needless to say after many misses later we lost our game and ended up one leg adrift in the final score-line for the match. If my partner and myself had won our leg the score would have tipped in our favour. So I declared, “I am retiring from darts. I’ll give up and go somewhere else.”

“Try Timbuctoo,” someone helpfully suggested.

“South America is nice,” someone else added. (Not that my team wants to get rid of me you understand.)

“Funny you should say that,” I commented. “My brother has just spent a month in Ecuador and he loved it there saying it was great there with the Rain Forest and the head hunters etc.”

One bright spark piped up, “We know they play darts there, but they use real darts, blow pipes and all.”

Someone else said, “It would be a bit of a bugger if you stuck your dart in your finger when you were sharpening it though.” (The head-hunters use poison tipped darts.)

“They would play different rules out there with the team with the last man alive winning the match.” (Another head-hunter reference.)

One last bright comment was, “You would have to be careful what the meat was in the sandwiches after the match though.” (Head-hunter/cannibals joke again)

After a little consideration perhaps I’ll just try another team in the next village next season, a bit further from home. Maybe they won’t know how bad I am.