I got a big smile from commenter Kevin Kim’s link to his review of the movie “Rush”; a film about the competition between racing greats James Hunt, an Englishman, and Niki Lauda from Austria. Kevin jokingly equated their epic battles to my struggles with my darts nemesis, Steve the Englishman who doesn’t drink.
Well, as fate would have it, I crossed swords darts with Steve again last night. This time it was in the 501 doubles tourney at Alley Cats bar. Steve is consistently better than me, but when I’m on my game I can hold my own with him. The wild card in doubles is who you draw as a partner, and last night my partner was a tad better than his. So in that sense it was a pretty equal match. Naturally we wound up facing off in the winners bracket, where me and Gerlie took a hard fought 2-1 victory. Steve and his partner came back through the loser’s bracket and we went at it again in the tourney finals. That match was about as close as it could be, but once again, Gerlie and I prevailed 2-1.
Or maybe we just got lucky. Speaking of Lucky:
I’m kidding of course. But Lucky has come a long way:
I’m not kidding about the dumb part. He truly is the stupidest dog I’ve ever owned. I love him anyway of course. But damn…
You better watch what you say
You better watch what you do to me
Don’t get carried away
Girl, if you can do better than me, go
Yeah, go, but remember
Good love is hard to find
Good love is hard to find
You got lucky, babe
You got lucky, babe, when I found you
You put a hand on my cheek
And then you turned your eyes away
If you don’t feel complete
If I don’t take you all of the way, then go
Yeah, go, but remember
Good love is hard to find
Good love is hard to find
You got lucky, babe
You got lucky, babe, when I found you
Hunt wins again! Lauda fumes, stomps off to his room, and goes back to his mathematical formulas.
HaHa! The Force was with me!