There is of course an element of danger in any sporting activity. Darting is no exception. The game is played with sharp steel pointed projectiles which are sometimes being tossed about by individuals in heightened states of intoxication. Last night I encountered a rather drunken female opponent who expressed her displeasure with losing in a way I had never quite experienced before:
She disgustedly threw her dart to the floor hitting me in the shoe. Honestly, it was about the only thing she hit all night…(UPDATE: Commenter Kevin points out that “she couldn’t even hit the floor”, which I do believe is a more accurate assessment of the situation.)
All’s well that ends well though. I was uninjured (thankfully I am not one of those people who play in flip flops) and my partner and I wound up with a second place finish for the night.
Life is good.
Congratulations, both on garnering second place and on avoiding certain death by dart!
And it just occurred to me: she COULDN’T EVEN HIT THE FLOOR! Man.
Now that’s funny Kevin! I hadn’t even considered that she meant to hit the floor.
Did she at least apologize to you for spearing your footwear?
Not exactly. Had it been anyone else I’d probably been pissed. I’ve known her for awhile and she was just wasted drunk and goofing–I’m sure there was no bad intent.