Out on the weekend

The weather was warm, the darts were hot, the beer was cold.  And I’ve got the pictures to prove it!

Kicked things off Friday night with a first place finish in the Dolce Vita tournament...

Kicked things off Friday night with a first place finish in the Dolce Vita tournament…

Early Saturday afternoon we headed out to Yongsan station to catch a train to Songtan...

Early Saturday afternoon we headed out to Yongsan station to catch a train to Songtan…

The station wasn't too crowded for a Saturday...

The station wasn’t too crowded for a Saturday…

The "express" version of the Line 1 train got us one stop past our destination in about an hour...

The “express” version of the Line 1 train got us to Seojungri station (one stop past our destination) in about an hour…

...a short bus ride took us into Songtan city proper...

…a short bus ride took us into Songtan city proper…

...where we arrived hungry...

…where we arrived hungry and a steaming pot of budaejjigae awaited us at a local eatery.

...and so our group of fellow travelers commenced to satiate that hunger.  "Movie Star Midori" insisted that we drink and eat, so we did that too...

…and so our group of fellow travelers commenced to satiate that hunger. “Movie Star Midori” insisted that we drink as well as eat, so we did that too…

With several hours to go before the tourney we wisely switched from beverages containing alcohol to those with caffeine.

With several hours to go before the tourney we wisely switched from beverages containing alcohol to those with caffeine…

...at a nice coffee house where we could sit on the street and make a spectacle of ourselves...

…at a nice coffee house where we could sit on the street and make a spectacle of ourselves…

Chock full of coffee we moved to Xenis bar to begin the ever important pre-tourney ritual of contemplation and partaking of "aiming fluid"...

Chock full of coffee we moved to Xenis bar to begin the ever important pre-tourney ritual of contemplation and partaking of “aiming fluid”…

We were joined at Xenis by a gaggle of fellow darters who drove down from Seoul to join in the fun...

We were joined at Xenis by a gaggle of fellow darters who drove down from Seoul to join in the fun…

After a long hard night of drinking darting, I came away with second place money, no small thanks to a great local darter named Tony.  I'm not sure just how many vodka bombs he insisted we drink, but it was a lot!

After a long hard night of drinking darting, I came away with second place money, no small thanks to my partner, a great local darter named Tony. I’m not sure just how many vodka bombs he insisted we drink, but it was a lot!

At this point my phone/camera battery gave up the ghost.  The tournament ended at midnight and we then taxied to Pyeongteak to catch a train home.  The train didn’t leave until 0230, so we had us some Frypan chicken (and beer) to pass the time.  Got to our Gireum apartment around 0400, slept a deep and satisfying sleep, then it was back into Itaewon for the Sunday Singles League match that I had the good fortune to win.  The nephew then came by and treated us a nice samgyapsal dinner (with beer and soju) which put a nice exclamation point on a drunken darting weekend!

Life is good.  Unless you’re my liver.

 

 

Peaks and valleys

Saturday night was the nadir of my darting life (I hope).  Fresh off that humiliating and crushing defeat I played well enough last night to take home second place money at a little in-house tournament hosted by Dillinger’s Bar.  An aberration or a harbinger of things to come?  Time will tell.

The spectators for last night's action pretty diverse.  Or diverse and pretty.  Or both.  That's Midori and Jee Yeun representing Korea, Eve from the Philippines, and Natasha from Russia.

The spectators for last night’s action were pretty diverse. Or diverse and pretty. Or both. That’s Midori and Jee Yeun representing Korea, Eve from the Philippines, and Natasha from Russia.

This morning I paid my penance for a weekend of darts by indulging Jee Yeun’s desire to hike up Bukhansan.

The recent rains had the creek flowing nicely over the rocks...

The recent rains had the creek flowing nicely over the rocks…

As we were climbing up we encountered Jee Yeun's mother on her way down.  That's always a pleasant happenstance.

As we were climbing up we encountered Jee Yeun’s mother on her way down. That’s always a pleasant happenstance.

I also noticed that President Park has been doing some politicking along the trail.  As I interpret this sign, it means "to move forward towards a bright future, vote conservative!"

I also noticed that President Park has been doing some politicking along the trail. As I interpret this sign, it means “to move forward towards a bright future, vote conservative!”

Got home and Jee Yeun fixed me up a platter of fresh-from-the-butcher samgyapsal.  Life is good.

Dinner and a show

Last night we were On the Border.  Not the DMZ, rather the Mexican food eatery in beautiful downtown Itaewon.  We were guests of my old friend Dennis McPeters and his companion Julie.

The food was the best Tex-Mex I've eaten outside of the USA.  Jee Yeun is a little ambivalent about Mexican cuisine, but she loved the "Kimchi Taco" featured in the foreground.  I also enjoyed my chicken enchiladas in a sour cream sauce...

The food was the best Tex-Mex I’ve eaten outside of the USA. Jee Yeun is a little ambivalent about Mexican cuisine, but she loved the “Kimchi Taco” featured in the foreground. I also enjoyed my chicken enchiladas in a sour cream sauce…

Dennis had the foresight to make a reservation, which was good because the place was packed with people lining up to get in.  We also scored a table overlooking the street.  It was a very pleasant evening weather-wise, so the windows were open and the sounds of the city created a nice urban ambiance for our dining pleasure.

A table with a view and refreshing libations made for a pleasant dining experience.

A table with a view and refreshing libations made for a pleasant dining experience.

Amongst those sounds of the city was some guy walking up and down the street screaming fire and brimstone into a megaphone.  From our perch on the second floor he could be heard but more or less easily ignored.  However, after we had finished our meal we had the misfortune of exiting the building directly behind him.  As we were walking in the same direction we got the full impact of his evangelism.  Well, it was in Korean but Jee Yeun’s translation was that we were basically all going to hell.

As we progressed up the street I was watching the reactions of the passersby to megaphone-man.  And the universal reaction was a combination of contempt, disgust, and anger.  I’m thinking to myself “man, this guy is driving people away from salvation with his rude message”.  Just as I was completing this observation a Korean man did what we were all wanting to do and loudly confronted the screaming bastard.  And what happened next was pretty surprising.  The “Christian” man put down the megaphone and started fighting with the citizen who told him to shut up.  Well, it was a Korean-style fight–mostly some back and forth bitch slapping, but still.  I thought it was pretty funny actually and was shouting encouragement from the sidelines “oh, you are such a good example of Christianity, you douche!”  Jee Yeun even joined in by demurely observing “you should not be so loud” (she said it in Korean though).  I guess megaphone man realized he had lost the crowd, so he picked up his megaphone again, shouted something angrily, then exited hurriedly down a side street.  Man, you just can’t buy that kind of entertainment!

We proceeded to Bull and Barrel for a nightcap without further incident.  I made the mistake of signing up for the dart tournament and proceeded to play the worst darts of my “career”.  Seriously, the first time I ever picked up a set of darts I played better than I did last night.  It was humiliating.  Ah well.  I’m trying hard to not let this slump get inside my head and exacerbate whatever the hell my problem is.

I guess this is as good a time as any to talk a little about my old friend Dennis.  I’ve been knowing him since the 1980s when I recommended him for a job with the USPS in Columbia, SC.  Later on after I’d moved to a job in DC, I hired him to work for me there.  And still later I brought him over to work on my team in Korea.  I’m long gone and he’s still here.  But not for long.  He’s finally retiring in January.

I frankly envy his post retirement plans.  Rather than having himself and all his stuff shipped back to the USA, he’s selling everything he owns and is going to live the life of a nomad.  I asked him where he was going to go and he said wherever I want.  He mentioned the Philippines, Cambodia, Vietnam, New Zealand, Australia and Thailand as a start.  If he gets tired of Asia, South and Central America are on the list of options.

I used to fantasize about a lifestyle like that.  But the reality is I wouldn’t have the courage to do it right.  But I’m brave enough to fly in for a visit whenever I get an answer to the question “where in the world is Dennis?”  So there’s that.

 

 

Sloppy seconds

Hell, I must be the Avis of darts.  I guess I’ll just have to try harder.

A second place finish is singles to the #1 player in Itaewon is not a bad showing I suppose.

A second place finish in singles to the #1 player in Itaewon is not a bad showing I suppose.

After the tournament we took a short walk down the street to our favorite samgyapsal house where we ate and drank some more.

We were joined by our good friends Koichi and Jiwon along with Jee Yeun's daughter Sohee...

We were joined by our good friends Koichi and Jiwon along with Jee Yeun’s daughter Sohee…

...and then we made some new friends with the guys who were sitting at the table next to ours.  A couple of soldiers and their friend, a former KATUSA.

…and then we made some new friends with the guys who were sitting at the table next to ours. A couple of soldiers and their friend, a former KATUSA.

Jee Yeun especially took a liking to the young soldier coincidentally named John.  Henceforth she referred to me as me "old" John...

Jee Yeun especially took a liking to the young soldier coincidentally named John. Henceforth she referred to me as  “old” John…

I think the KATUSA took a shine to Sohee but she was being shy.  Or coy.  Who can tell?

I think the KATUSA took a shine to Sohee but she was being shy. Or coy. Who can tell?

Anyway, it was a great night out in the ‘twon.  I have more fun in store this afternoon when we’ll meet up with the famous Big Hominid at the Tabom Brazil steak house.   It’s all you can eat so I’m not sure what condition I’ll be in for darts in the Sunday Singles League, but it will be worth it.

Details to follow.  Stay tuned!

I got her point

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...

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.

Life is good.

Steppin’ out in Itaewon

When I’m not out climbing mountains I’m climbing the stairs.  In a nod to better physical fitness I’ve eschewed the escalators in subway stations.  Which may not seem like much, but it is more than I’ve done in the past and damn, by the time I get to the top at Itaewon Station the heart is definitely pumping.  Up and down twice or more a day (plus the walk to and from my destination) adds up I reckon.

196 steps from the platform to the street at Itaewon.  The photo is the downward view.  I started to take a pic from the bottom but thought folks might think I was a pervert looking for an upskirt.  But this gives you a good idea of what a steep climb it truly is...

196 steps from the platform to the street at Itaewon. The photo is the downward view. I started to take a pic from the bottom but thought folks might think I was a pervert looking for an upskirt. But this gives you a good idea of what a steep climb it truly is…

Anyway, my destination last night was Dolce Vita Pub for the dart tourney.  Before things got started I was talking to a guy I hadn’t met before.  Turns out he’s a half-Korean, retired U.S. Army Sergeant Major, who lives in Huntsville, AL.  He’s back in Korea for a few weeks to visit with his Korean family.  Interesting guy for sure and we made some plans to hook up for darts when we are both back in the states.  In an odd quirk of fate we drew up as partners for the tourney and played our way through some tough matches to take the first place money.  And had a lot of fun doing it.

That's my new friend J.R. on the left...

That’s my new friend J.R. on the left…

It was a Good Friday indeed!

Getting high in Korea

Yesterday I got high and then I got lost.  Sort of.

It all started innocently enough.  I was enjoying my morning coffee when Jee Yeun exclaimed “let’s go to the mountain!”  By mountain she was of course referring to her favorite place to hike–Bukhansan National Park.  I wasn’t exactly feeling it, but Jee Yeun had indulged me several hours of darts on Sunday so I figured it was wise to pretend to be enthusiastic.  So off we went.

It was about 10:00 a.m. when we reached our bus stop and the place was crawling with college-age kids.  The first bus to arrive was packed tighter than a can of sardines and I said “bullshit on this, you wanted to exercise, let’s walk!”  Which we did, at least as far as the next bus stop.  Jee Yeun had reminded me just how long the walk would be so I agreed to wait and see whether the next bus was filled beyond reasonable capacity.  It was.  But after consulting the bus schedule Jee said all of these are going to the university (she didn’t say which one).  She assured me that the bus we needed (the 110B) would not be crowded.  And she was 100% correct!  Just a few old folks dressed for a morning mountain hike.  I sadly noted to myself just how much I fit in with these elderly types.

Anyway, we arrived at our destination and began our climb.  This time I insisted we take a new path, as I was tired of the same one Jee Yeun preferred on each of our previous several visits.  I soon regretted not bringing along my camera.  The trees were in early flowering mode and there were several new and interesting vistas along the way.  And this trail took us straight to the top!  It’s the highest I’ve been in Korea (not counting my driving over Seroksan).

It was a tough climb and actually a little scary in places.  The footing was often difficult and in one place they had even secured ropes as a hand hold to assist in the prevention of plunging to serious injury or death at the bottom of the cliff.  It wasn’t the fall I was worried about, it was the sudden stop!  I was glad for my walking stick and the thought occurred that I ought to invest in some actual hiking boots.

After traversing the crest line trail for the better part of an hour, we began looking for a way back down to the place where we had started from.  Which as it turns out was on the other side of the mountain.  Not being one to back track (and not wanting to rely on ropes again to stay on the path) I decreed we’d take the first likely trail to down to wherever it led and taxi home from there if necessary.  That didn’t really go exactly as planned.

After a good long generally downward hike we did find an exit from the national park.  Which put us smack dab in the middle of an upscale residential area.  Well, upscale doesn’t do it justice.  These houses, or more aptly, mansions, were pert near the largest most opulent homes I’ve seen anywhere–including Beverly Hills.  Pyungchang-dong I guess neighborhood is called.  Again, I wish I’d had my camera!  We followed a meandering street for a good bit seeing nothing that looked like the Korea I know.  We eventually encountered some folk out for a walk and Jee Yeun asked where we might catch a bus.  Now, I’m language challenged, but I can read expressions.  And these were saying they’d never considered such a question.  They vaguely pointed down the road and off we walked.  And walked.  And walked.  Damn, who knew there were so many incredibly rich people in one place.

I finally spied some high rise apartments in the distance so we made for them.  It took awhile though because the road was neither straight nor narrow.  Eventually a cab stopped for us (I guess we were a bit of spectacle with our shabby attire and  walking sticks).  And so we finally made it back to the familiar environs of Gireum-dong in time for me to rest up for dart league.

And I was high again after turning in an 11-1 performance (regular readers may recall I went 1-8 the week before).  And I drank a lot of beer as well.

An adventure filled day to be sure!

 

Thousands of comedians out of work…

…and she’s trying to be funny!

The daughter-in-law has graciously agreed to periodically bring in the mail (and mow the lawn!*) while I’m on this side of the world.  So today I get a message from her saying an important piece of mail has arrived and asking whether I want her to send it to me via overnight mail.  She helpfully included this photograph:

conservatives

Haha!  I’ve been getting spam mail from the RNC (and everyone they subsequently sold my address to) ever since I sent that $100 check to Mitt Romney.   Bastards.

In other news, I had the good fortune to bring home 1st place money in last night’s dart tournament at Bull Barrel.

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Drawing the top ranked player in Itaewon as my partner certainly improved my chances!  I also managed a second place finish at Dolce Vita Friday night so it’s been a profitable weekend.  Well, by profitable I mean I made almost enough to cover my bar tabs.

After darts it was time for some Korean-style dining.  I define Korean-style as eating lots of tasty food and washing it down with copious amounts of beer and soju.

Friends and family gathered around the table in anticipation of...

Friends and family gathered around the table in anticipation of…

...the best dang samgyapsal I've found in Korea

…the best dang samgyapsal I’ve found in Korea

B&B 009

It was a good night!

*She claims to want to mow my lawn.  Says she likes using a mower but my son won’t let her mow HIS lawn.  I’m glad to provide her the opportunity!

Save the date!

Heh, is there any greater honor for a dart player than to have a tournament held in his name?  Especially when he’s still alive!  Well, actually a greater honor would be to win a national championship on the big stage televised live on ESPN.  But I know this event is gonna happen on Saturday night in Itaewon and I’m pleased to be a part of it.

Truth be told, I was severely disappointed that Bull and Barrel had stopped doing Saturday tourneys.  I met with the owner Wednesday and asked him to schedule one and I'd help promote it.  This isn't exactly what I had in mind, but...

Truth be told, I was severely disappointed that Bull and Barrel had stopped doing Saturday tourneys. I met with the owner Wednesday and asked him to schedule one and I’d help promote it. This isn’t exactly what I had in mind, but…

Not the start I was hoping for

Ah well, there’s no way to put a nice spin on it.  I sucked big time in my debut with Dillinger’s Bar “J Team” last night.  9 legs, 1 win.

I really don’t get it.  I work hard on my game, throw well in practice, then fold in competition.  Nothing to be done but to keep on keeping on and hope for better results.

Damn it.

At the Garden City Classic

The weekend of darts in Augusta was somewhat of a mixed bag, but given that I normally have disastrous results I reckon I fared pretty well overall.

I was featured on the local news broadcast covering the event.  And by featured I mean I appear in the background at the 0.13 second mark (I’m the one wearing the blue jersey that says “John “the Walrus” McCrarey on the back).  You can also glimpse Jee Yeun at the 0.29 mark.  It is actually a pretty nice little news story and good for the promotion of darts.

Bottom line up front, I did not qualify for the Nationals.  In my bracket I faced the following nationally ranked players: Joe Chaney (#7), Danny Baggish (#14), George Alvarado (#17) and Jerry Hilbourn (#57).  Highlights for me were throwing a 180 and taking a leg from Chaney (a first for me!).  Lowlights were everything else.  But honestly, throwing against some of the best players in the country was a great experience and I’m sure I came away with some lessons learned.

I will tell the rest of the story in pictures (ok, in picture captions):

In the Friday night blind draw I made it to the final four (with an able assist from my outstanding partner of course).

In the Friday night blind draw I made it to the final four (with an able assist from my outstanding partner Joe Giordono of course).

Saturday morning brought a top 16 finish in mixed doubles.  I was once again blessed with a great partner, Kay Hoover of Cleveland, OH fame.  The highlight was beating Robbie Phillips (ADO rank #4) and his partner which was quite the thrill.  I met him again that afternoon in men's doubles and he destroyed me.  Still, I can truthfully say I won half the matches I played against Phillips this weekend!

Saturday morning brought a top 16 finish in mixed doubles. I was once again blessed with a great partner, Kay Hoover of Cleveland, OH fame. The highlight was beating Robbie Phillips (ADO rank #4) and his partner which was quite the thrill. I met him again that afternoon in men’s doubles and he destroyed me. Still, I can truthfully say I won half the matches I played against Phillips this weekend!

Saturday night saw a thrilling top 4 finish in mixed triples.  It was the first time I played that particular event and kudos go out to my partners Megan Hoover and J.R. Heffington for a great night of darts!

Saturday night saw a thrilling top 4 finish in mixed triples. It was the first time I played that particular event and kudos go out to my partners Megan Hoover and J.R. Heffington for a great night of darts!

I didn't play worth a damn on Sunday, but the weather was perfect for sitting outside and enjoying the view of the Savannah River...

I didn’t play worth a damn on Sunday, but the weather was perfect for sitting outside and enjoying the view of the Savannah River…

So, there you have it.  Augusta was the first U.S. tourney I played when I came back from Korea in 2013 and it will be my last in the States until this fall.  It was a helluva lot of fun and that’s about all you can hope for.

 

A qualified success

Those of you who have been following my darts “career” will recall the numerous accounts of my valiant efforts to actually qualify for a Regional event, only to either utterly fail or (even worse in some ways) to fall painfully short of making the cut.

I am pleased to report that as of today those failures are all in the past.  That’s right, the ol’ Walrus has earned a spot to play in Augusta on March 7*.  You can’t make the Nationals without winning a Regional.  And the first step to winning a Regional is to qualify for one.  Mission accomplished!

* Of course, I still hope to be back in Korea anytime now.  But given that the mailman continues to disappoint us each and every day, I can’t make firm plans for our departure.  I’m resolved now to apply for Advance Parole in the hope that it will expedite things.  Yes, I should have done so months ago, but I naively held out hope that Uncle Sam would do the right thing.  Still, if something shakes loose in the next week or two I might just schedule my flight for March 8.

“And don’t let the door hit you on the way out…”

cosmo_logo

I have achieved a new milestone in my darting “career”. Today I received an email from Cosmo Darts Fit Flight respectfully declining my offer to let them sponsor me. It was an honor to be rejected by such a fine company!

Actually, I didn’t really expect them to pay me or give me free stuff.  I just wanted them to provide me their logo to wear on my dart jersey.  Truth be told I didn’t even expect a response, but I did get this:

Hello Mr. John McCrarey,

I am Nozomi Nishikawa and the Cosmo Darts sales/promotion representative of overseas division.

I would like to thank you for your interest in Cosmo Darts. We are very happy to hear that you like our products. Unfortunately, we are not able to provide you with our logo images since we give them to only our sponsored players. However, there are many players who love our products and put our logos on their shirts by themselves. I think they use logos on our website or something. So, you can put our logos on you shirts. We appreciate your support.

I found your name in the Seoul International Dart Leagues as a vice president. You live in the USA, but are you working in Korea for the dart league? I’m just curious as there are not so many who play darts in Korea regularly.

 Thank you for your interest.

 Best regards, Nozomi Nishikawa

See, here’s the thing. With depending upon the ranking proof, wearing a company logo on your dart shirt implies sponsorship.  And it would be gauche to go around pretending to be sponsored when you are not.   I’m such a whore that I would have allowed myself to be “sponsored” for the mere cost of a company provided logo.  But they were obviously on to my scheme and didn’t want a doofus like me diluting the value of corporate sponsorship.

But I guess what really surprised me was that they actually made the effort to find out who I am.  The reference to the Seoul International Dart League (which I hadn’t mentioned in my email to them) indicates they Googled my name.  Hence, they were able to confirm that I am, in fact, a doofus.  [BTW, I use “doofus” as the darts equivalent to “duffer” in golf]

For the record, I’m a former President of SIDL but currently have no affiliation with the league other than as a participant (I’m on a team but obviously won’t be playing until my return to Korea).  But the real insult is the claim that there are not so many who play darts in Korea regularly.  What the hell?  There are thousands of enthusiastic dart players in Korea!  Has he never heard of the Korea Darts Federation?

As you’ve probably surmised, Cosmo Darts is a Japanese company, so you can see where this is going. Now, I don’t want to stir up any animosity between Japan and Korea (Dokdo is our land! and it’s the East Sea, damn it!) but this attitude towards Korean darts strikes me as, dare I say it, colonial!

Alright, I’m kidding.  Mostly.  But I do believe that Cosmo is missing a great opportunity if they aren’t actively marketing using pbn backlinks for their outstanding products in Korea.  I’d have been willing to help them with that, but I’m sure they could find a non-doofus Korean to sponsor if they even knew that darts existed in Korea.

So, I didn’t get a Cosmo Darts logo, but I did get this blog post.  I guess that makes us all winners!

Two things I haven’t done this year

1. I have not posted anything here on the blog.

2. I haven’t smoked a cigarette.

So, I guess technically speaking there is now only one thing I haven’t done this year.  Of those two at least.  And I can live without ever smoking again.  Which is actually the point of quitting, right?

I’m not going to say it’s been easy.  Although truth be told quitting is easy.  It’s the staying quit that’s the hard part.  But I’m chock full of good intentions this time.  I still get the urge to smoke of course, especially when I’m alone or with somebody.  Ha ha, I love my sense of humor!  But seriously, there are moments when I really want to inhale some nicotine.  Like while I’m writing this post.  Or when I’m playing darts.  And so when I’m feeling an overwhelming need, I reach out to my new best friend for comfort:

njoykings

Is that cheating?  Who cares?  Yes, it’s a nicotine fix.  But it ain’t the nicotine that is scarring my lungs.  And it’s really just a crutch until I can walk away completely on my own.  And I’m getting there.

Speaking of walking, I’ve rededicated myself to six hours a week on the treadmill.  So far, so good.  It’s just been a few days but I do feel better already.  I do the treadmill in the morning and an hour of darts practice in the afternoon.  Usually with a nap in between.  It’s a pretty sweet routine.

In other news, I did my first dart tourney of the year this past weekend up in Charlotte.  I threw better than I usually do, and even managed to to finish in the money.

With my partner J.R. we managed a Top 8 finish in 501 and a Top 4 finish in Cricket.

With my partner J.R. we managed a Top 8 finish in 501 and a Top 4 finish in Cricket.

And that’s about all I’ve got to say about 2014.  At least so far.  It did start well though.

I'm wearing my bomber jacket!  Ready for Itaewon!

I’m wearing my bomber jacket! Ready for Itaewon!

Happy New Year!

 

I’m not unmindful of the fact…

…that drinking alcoholic beverages is not generally conducive to enhanced hand/eye coordination.  And yet, many (most?) dart players insist that they play better after a few beers.  They even say witty things like “I need me some more aiming fluid.”  And as illogical as it seems, I’ve seen guys throw a mean game that I wouldn’t want to see behind the wheel.

Personally, I’ve thrown completely sober (usually in the morning matches at tournaments) and as is more normally the case, after consuming some icy cold liquid bread. Frankly, I don’t see a real big difference in my results.  Well, on a normal dart night I will drink five or six beers over the course of 3 or 4 hours.  And generally speaking, I get a little sloppier with my throws towards the end.  So then I switch to diet Coke.

I throw best when I’m “in the zone”–relaxed and focused and not “over thinking” my game.  Darts is basically about repetition–muscle memory if you will.  I get in trouble when I start consciously aiming as opposed to making a more natural throw towards the target.  So, to the extent that two or three beers calms the mind and eases nervousness, there could indeed be some benefit I suppose.

But a better explanation may be that avoiding too much “mindfulness” is the key to throwing better darts.  This article in Scientific American makes the argument that at least for some activities “those with a low degree of mindfulness scored higher on pattern-finding tests than those who were further along the pathway toward enlightenment. (Mindfulness is defined here as attention to what is happening in the present moment in one’s surroundings.)”

It makes a certain amount of sense I suppose.  To be effective at the sport you can’t afford distractions.  There is actually quite a bit of etiquette normally expected during a match intended to avoid unduly distracting a shooter from the task at hand (scorekeepers must stand absolutely still, the opponent stands out of the thrower’s line of sight, and loud talking or shouting “miss it!” are also frowned upon).  Still, the game is generally played in a pub atmosphere, which means distractions like loud music, boisterous drunks, and pretty waitresses are difficult to avoid.  A little less mindfulness can be a good thing in these circumstances.

I reckon the next time someone throws a good game to beat me I’ll congratulate him by saying “you must be out of your mind!”

(I originally saw a link to the Scientific American article on Instapundit and immediately saw the potential applicability to darts, but was too lazy busy to blog about it.  But when I saw that the Big Hominid had also tweeted (twittered?) the link, I got motivated!)

 

 

The problem with kids these days…

…is that they have no respect for their elders!

Which is my tongue-in-cheek way of explaining why I lost to ADO National Youth Champion Dylan Andersen in the third round of cricket singles last night.  I hung with him though and actually played well enough to win, except that I didn’t.  As is her custom, Jee Yeun jokingly tells a victorious opponent “I don’t like you.  You beat my husband.”  Dylan responded “no I didn’t, he beat himself”.  True that.

It doesn’t matter how many great darts you throw (and I hit some big ones) if you don’t throw the winning dart.  And I didn’t.  But other than the fact that I lost I felt good about my overall performance.  I kept my head in the game, didn’t get flustered or intimidated, and gave a superior player all he could handle.  In the past I haven’t done any of those things, so I call that progress.

(Jee Yeun posted a video clip from the match on Facebook.  Not sure how to move it here.)

 

To the sea!

A little ditty to sing on the way to Myrtle Beach for the Ghost on the Coast tournament.

Beach bound and down
And ready for some chuckin’
We’re gonna do what they say can’t be done
We’ve gotta lot of darts to throw
Over by the ocean
We’re gonna shoot ’em up and have us all some fun!

 

With apologies to Jerry Reed.

A milestone reached

A goal accomplished.

I’m not going to lie, I’ve been hankering to earn a spot on the American Darts Organization list of nationally ranked players.  I’m proud to say I’ve made the cut!

Alright, so I’m tied for 401st.  Out of 903 players.  But hey, it’s a start!

If I play well in Myrtle Beach later this month I might be able to climb a few notches.  And now I’m motivated to get off the computer and actually go practice some!