The Sports Bizzo

(Editor’s Note: Do you know how hard it is to find photos of hot chicks playing darts, without some douche ruining it? Yeah… hard… So, here are some chicks kissing in a bar. I’ve bet they’ve thrown a dart or two in their time.)

By Jerame… The Wildcard!

Welcome back to the wild card Bizzheads. I don’t care if you like that nickname that is what I will call you all from now on. I am including myself in that group, so don’t get all pissy.

As you know I am Jerame and I am the wild card. I will try and continue to talk about sports in a round about sort of way. And in that vein I am talking about a dart tourney that I recently witnessed. Well not only witnessed but I participated in ever so briefly.

This tourney started at the Ye Olde Bull and Bush off of Camp Bowie in Fort Worth. In normal wild card form I showed up about 2 hours before the actual start time to talk to some of the contenders for the title. Well that and to get a few beers under my belt. I am a decent dart player but as most of you know only when I am a little drunk. Much like how I drive….. (Editor’s Note 2: That is a joke. Don’t drink and drive, and more importantly, do sue if you do.) Anyway, I showed up and talked to a contender by the name of Jake Russell. Jake told me that he had one quite a few tourneys while stationed in Germany during the first Gulf War. He was a veteran and deserved our respect. I bought him a beer for that reason. That and he beat me at a game of 301.

The next contender I talked to was a man by the name of Tom McCray.  His appearance was much like you would picture it. His beard was longer than my hair. His eyes as cold as steel. After every dart he took a drink of Guinness that never seemed to empty.

After about 2 hours of this milling around the actual tourney started and the favorites took the early lead all were expecting. I never got past the first round. I never had expected anything else because after all I had been there far to long and had drank far to much.

The competition came down to the two contenders and the favorite a man by the name of Nick Castle. Nick’s technique was as flawless as it was unorthodox. His front foot was bent in and his throwing hand was limp to say the least. Yet he never missed a shot.

The tourney came down to Nick and Jake. Simple cricket. For anyone who has played this game there is nothing simple about it. If you get behind you stay behind all fucking night. Nick held Jake off taking the 20’s first. Then he worked his way down. The score stayed 20 to nothing for the rest of the match. Nick opened a number and Jake promptly closed it.

Finally, after a long fought battle it was Nick and Jake for the Bull. Nick had missed the bull for three straight darts. This gave Jake his opening to open the bull and win the game. Like the pro he is and should be someday he opened the bull with a single bull and a double. The Nick camp was heartbroken. They knew as well as Nick that this one shot was his one weak spot. Nick threw a great set hitting a double bull. The pressure mounted on Jake to make one bull to win. To win his crown and to earn the all important 25 dollar gift card to the Gap.
We all held our breath as he released……… and he HIT IT. FUCKING HELL.

Jake won it. Maybe next year Nick. There is always next year…..mavs…..cowboys….horns… stars…..fire??????