Regular readers know how much I despise dart league drama.  Which makes it especially distressing to report what a little bitch I was last night.

I finished work and arrived back at Yongsan as per usual at 1600.  Grabbed me some dinner at Popeye’s on base then hoofed it into Itaewon.  Had a couple of beers at Shenanigans while I awaited the the 6:00 p.m. opening of Dolce Vita.  Got in some practice at DV and then made my way over to Dillinger’s where my team (Dartitis Quarantine) was playing the opening match of the season against Gecko’s.

I arrived at 7:10, and the match was scheduled to begin at 7:30.  Other than a couple of greetings no one said anything to me.  Our regular team Captain was out sick.  And then the match started, so I looked at the score sheet and saw I had not been scheduled for the first round of singles.  We had five players, and only four can play so someone has to sit. And that was me.  I mentioned to another player that I was surprised to not be playing and he said “you were the last one to arrive”.  And for whatever reason that set me off, especially since I’d spent the last hour warming up at DV.  I’m not the best thrower on the team, but I’m also not the worst.  So, it didn’t seem that we were putting our strongest lineup up against a tough opponent.

As I set there stewing on it, I just decided to say “fuck it” and leave.  The team didn’t really need me and I was feeling unappreciated.  So I walked out on the team.  I sent a message to the absent Captain saying I knew it was a dick move, but it didn’t seem like I was a good fit for the team.

He didn’t respond until this morning, and it was a terse “do what you gotta do.  A little more notice would have been nice so we could fill the team”.  I replied that I wouldn’t have left if the team was short a player, but with four other guys I was not needed.  He answered that my saying I was not a good fit for the team implied that I had quit for the season and that is what he had told the team.  Which I take to mean I’ve been fired.

Anyway, I was way out of line.  Upon *ahem* sober reflection this morning I recognize that my behavior was totally unacceptable.  I sent a message to my teammates apologizing and a couple have been gracious in their acceptance of said apology.  And that’s where things stand.  I’ve not decided on next steps, although if I want to play I’m sure I can find a team that would be happy to have me.  Even if I’ve become the stereotypical grumpy old man.

After my premature departure from Dillinger’s I returned to DV and worked on drowning my sorrows with frosty mugs of Cass beer.  An acquaintance named Brad came in and joined me at the bar and we spent a delightful couple of hours chatting about politics and the minds and hearts of Korean women.  Honestly speaking, I enjoyed that much better than I would have playing darts in my foul mood.

I got on the subway for the ride home and realized I didn’t have my darts.  Texted the owner of Dillinger’s who found them where I’d left them upstairs, so they are in safe keeping for now.  Although he did threaten to sell them to buy me some diapers.  Which of course is the kind of abuse I have so rightfully earned.

And so it goes.