ok this story was swirling around in my subconscious all night, and when I fell asleep it came to me... (I love how the brain works, btw)
so we were playing darts at the Pickled Onion in Beverly (has anyone been there, divey but cheap) and I stink at darts, my buddy is actually pretty good. So we're playing and this kid wanders over and tells my buddy that he's holding the dart incorrectly. So I ask him why he's giving my buddy advice and not me (b/c I clearly need the help) and he's just like, oh I'm pretty good, I play alot I just saw him do something wrong
so we finish our game, and I saunter over to this kid and say that my friend would like to play him, if he's such an expert (it didn't come off that jerklike, I wasn't trying to be at least). So he comes over, takes the first dart, lines it up for a few seconds, launches and it sorta spins out of control and hits the wall
we give each other the "did that really just happen look"
so maybe it slipped, next dart, misses the board again. Are we on a reality TV show?
so I ask him what's going on. Honest truth, I will always remember his reply, "Well when I play in my mother's basement, I'm alot better"
Huh? This was so random. I don't think he even got on the board in cricket, maybe once or twice, but it was over as soon as it started.
He was also kicked out of the bar for bringing his own beer, but that's another story
and now I can go to bed
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