I was a steel dart fanatic for a long time.
I havn't been playin' much lately, pretty much lost interest after I lost one of my best friends back in May due to an unfortunate motorcycle accident. My buddy Bryan was a very competitive opponent on a dart board. I could hang with him most of the time, but he was a better player in the clutch. We probably played thousands of games together.
On rain days we would get to the bar early & play darts all afternoon, sometimes this would coincide with league night. Those cocksuckers would try to tell us we would have to leave the boards b/c it was league night. Fuck that, we would tell them that if they could beat us off our board then they could have it. There are 5 other boards they could play on.
They would cry to the barowner who would back us up 100%, he couldn't deny us access to the board especiallly since we had been there a hell of alot longer buyin' beer & pumpin' the jukebox full of money for hours. They never beat us off our board, not once.
The league players would always get kind of cocky & arrogant when they would find out we were'nt in the league, & would sometimes begrudgingly allow us to play in thier "league tounaments" when members were no shows, by the the time we were done moppin' up the boards, they would beg us to join the local dart league or ask why we had not already. We would refuse with, why the hell would we want to pay to play a bunch of arrogant primadonnas ???? We played for fun, just to hang out & drink beer.
Everytime I see the boards at my local bar, I damn near cry, thinking about Bryan throwin' rounds of nine like they were going out of style.
RIP bro' me & Louis miss ya' man!!!
ETA: plastic darts are for metrosexual fags.