Twenty-seven legs of 501 thrown today. On the bright side, I took a shot at the out in twenty-three of them. On the not so bright side, I only hit the out in fourteen. Had I made half of those I missed I’d likely have earned a paid entry in the Regionals next month. Ah well. According to the Bible of Darts, every darters prayer should be “Lord, just give me a shot at the out!” I’m hereby modifying that to add “…and let me hit them with some regularity.”
According to the book I ought to be throwing like a champ. I think I’ll read up on flying jet planes next…
Overall, I threw decently I suppose. Moments of brilliance, including two 180s, surrounded by the usual mediocrity. Well, I guess all you can do is laugh about it (there is no crying allowed in darts!). Or maybe write steal a song. Yeah, that’s the ticket! Just call me Billy Ray Walrus!
(sung to the tune of Achy Breaky Heart)
You can tell the world I shot just like a fool You can mock the shots I coulda took You can tell your sis about the outs I missed And laugh and joke about me on Facebook
You can tell my arms they didn’t do no harm Except for the bounce outs on the floor And you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips They’ve got to find the target on the board
But don’t tell my darts, my Aiken breakin’ darts I just don’t think they’d give a hoot And if you tell my darts, my Aiken breakin’ darts They’d just say he ought to learn to shoot! oo oo
Mercifully, I leave it at that with apologies to the other Billy Ray.
Very clever analogy there sir. I know all too well that feeling of “just wanting to get a shot at the out”….and then not hitting it! Keep slinging the arrows and your day will come.
Thanks for the comment, Larry. Yep, I’m gonna keep firing. One of these days it will all come together.