Shooters took us down 21-16, no thanks to me. I went 0-6 in singles. No excuse for that. My opponents did not outplay me, I beat myself with the most lame-ass darts you can imagine. Disgusting.
Redemption of sorts came when Dave and I teamed up in doubles and went 6-0. So, a .500 start is small consolation, but I will take. As I promised my teammates, I will not play so poorly again. That would be like lightning striking twice…
Crap.
Hey, it’s a long season, John.
You’ll do well over the longer haul and forget this ever happened.