I won my singles league match on Sunday 12-4.  That was pretty hot, but not as hot as I got under the collar.

As the score indicates I pretty much dominated my opponent.  He was so demoralized that he wanted to quit half way through the match.  I prevailed upon him to continue playing.  I took the first leg of the final set, and he won the next two.  Then the fireworks started.  He said we had only played two legs (the ones he won).  I told him no, we had played three and I reminded him I had won the first and had marked it on the scoresheet accordingly.  He disagreed and then asked me what my out was in the first leg.  I told him “hell, I don’t remember what the out was, I just know we played it and I won or I wouldn’t have marked it on the scoresheet.  He repeated, what was your out.  And then I got pissed.  I slammed my darts down and aggressively told him that I don’t cheat at darts and moreover I had no reason to cheat because I had already won the match.  He backed down in the face of my anger and we finished out the match.  I won the remaining two legs handily.  We made up when it was all over, but obviously I was and am offended.  I take pride in my integrity in darts and to have that impugned with no basis was a bit much to take.  Oh well.

I was also on fire Monday night, but in a good way.  I went 6-0 in singles including this game:

The best ever cricket game I’ve ever played. I threw four straight 7 marks and finished with three in the bullseye. Damn, I wish I could replicate that on a semi-consistent basis. Instead, I’ll just have to chalk it up to being a miracle.

Monday afternoon at work the Director called me into his office.  The Deputy Director is leaving next month and he asked if I was interested in being his replacement.  I declined the promotion.  Here’s the thing.  I haven’t looked it up, but I suppose I might have gotten a $15,000 boost to my salary.  And while I like money just as much as the next guy I just don’t need the aggravation.  As Deputy I would have to deal with whatever internal staff issues that arise and even worse, I’d have to deal with the politics of keeping the big brass appeased.  I’ve been there and done that and at this stage of my life I value minimal stress more than money.  I actually enjoy being a simple Action Officer who does his work competently and goes home with no worries at the end of the day.  Plus, I felt like I owed my supervisor some loyalty given that she had waited so long for me to clear the hurdles getting hired.  She’s a good boss and we’ve bonded nicely and I feel like I can add every bit as much value to the organization in my current job.  And finally I explained to the Director that I was not comfortable blocking some other worthy candidate from a promotion opportunity.  Can you imagine working hard to get yourself ready to advance in your career and patiently waiting for some old fucker to retire so you could finally move up only to have some retiree take the job?  No, I don’t want to be that guy.

Today I had my semi-annual appointment with the hilarious Dr. Yoo.  He was happy that my blood work looked good and my cholesterol levels were holding steady in the acceptable range.  He asked how I was doing with the smoking and I honestly told him I hadn’t had a cigarette in months.  Then I confessed that I was enjoying ingesting vapor to get my nicotine fix.  He responded that vaping was just as bad as smoking.  Well, I’m no doctor but I know that is not the case.  In addition to my internet research on the topic I can attest to how much better I feel since I gave up tobacco.  No heavy chest in the morning, no coughing and wheezing, no hocking up gunk from the depths of my lungs. We argued for a bit and then he said “well, regardless I’m more worried about that belly of yours.  He explained that carrying the weight around the middle was a recipe for diabetes and heart disease (both of which have occurred in my family history).  Couldn’t argue with him there and I told him I’d work at losing some weight before my next appointment in February.  I know I can do it, because I’ve done it before.  It’s a lot harder to do (for me anyway) in Korea.  My big handicap here is my fondness for beer.  In the states at least I could drink the low carb shit (and shit it is indeed–low carb beer is like making love in a canoe.  Fucking close to water).  Here, it is just not available.  Oh, Shenanigans has bottles of Miller Light, but that’s not really all that low in carbs.  Plus, it’s like W6000 for 12 ounces versus W3000 for a frosty 16 ounce mug of OB.  Nope, gonna have to work on walking more and laying off the ice cream some.  At least that’s the plan.

It’s all good.  I’m 60 and loving it.  Although I still wish I could be this guy again.

Didn’t have to worry about carbs back in those days. Maybe I should have.