For my darts, anyway, not necessarily for me. I have half decided that I am going to start taking a single set of match darts with me to league nights (and other competitions) along with a disassembled backup set that I go to only in extreme need. This is not because I think it is better to stick to a single set of darts. I do not think that. But rather because I have so many sets of darts that simply do not get their day in the sun, so to speak. As such, I have (half) decided that each set of darts I have will get "a solid night out" of competition so I that I can really run their paces and they have a chance to do something nice and special, like hit a Ton-80, or hit that high-stakes out! So this week in league I treated my 15 gram "Aviators" (I call them that because they aesthetically remind me of 1950's aviation design) to their solid night out:
The night was the most meh of meh nights you can possibly imagine in terms of my own performance, but I did enjoy throwing the Aviators all night long. And they got some modest appreciation from teammates and opponents as well. I saw my good buddy Richard there and I regret not being able to spend some more time with him after the match but I was developing a migraine and decided to get out of there as soon as I could.
Last night we hosted Misunderestimated at Kate's. They beat us 11 to 10, and I do believe that is the closest my team has ever come to winning a match. And I think the reason we lost is because I couldn't hit my fucking doubles when I needed to. That, and I got my ass handed to me on a platter during my singles Cricket. So here is how the match went: I played three singles games and lost two of them; I played five doubles matches and lost two of those as well. And I hit the winning out in the team games, which always feels nice.
My first singles game was 401 against Bill. I didn't hit a single effing triple during that entire game, but I managed to take out my double 2 before Bill could take his out. He had a higher average than me in that game but neither of us were on fire. My second singles game was also a 401, this time against Jim. That was an earned loss on my part. I whittled the score down to 32, and then proceeded to spend 15 darts missing the doubles until Jim finally took his out. I despaired after that game. (But I bounced back emotionally within a game or so.) My last singles game was Cricket against Bill and he trounced me thoroughly. I had one five marker early in the game but threw a 1.6 against his 2.6. It was a command performance on his part and there is no question I lost because he was hot and I was not.
Doubles was more meh. I threw three doubles 501 and two doubles Cricket. My first 501 was with Julia. I hit my only Ton of the night in that game and took out a double 6 before they could take out theirs. It was a B League effort on the part of both teams. My next 501 was with John and we lost. I threw poorly, not hitting any big numbers and I missed my outs. My last doubles 501 was with Dani and we won. I didn't hit any big numbers in that game either but I took out a 32 for the win.
My first doubles Cricket was with John. I started off pretty strong but then hit a slump, accumulating three dead rounds and mostly missing my bulls. We lost but both teams sucked that game. My last doubles Cricket was with Julia and we won that one. I didn't hit any big rounds but I didn't have any dead rounds either. I hit the first two bulls and the Julia hit the last one for the win which made her quite happy. That was nice.
The team game was also anemic (for all of us) but I did hit the winning Double 8. I have not done that in a while so that felt nice. On the whole the evening was a poor performance on my part. Here is my winning 16:
This is the final score sheet. I blame myself for the match loss: