This was the first week of the new dart season. I did pretty well in my eyes. I won five out of the eight games I played. One of the games I lost was also probably one of the best games I have ever played. It was on Tuesday night against one of the top three shooters in the entire league. Possibly top ten in all of New York City.
We started playing, I was a little nervous about who I was playing against. So I did some shots and calmed myself down. I was down a little bit, I tried to chase him, YOU NEVER EVER CHASE. So after realizing what I did wrong, I went up to the line and preceded to hit a triple 16, another triple 16, and a triple 19. Normally that would have been considered a "Round 9" and I would have gotten a trophy at the end of the season. But since I only needed one more 19, I ended up with a "Round 7" respectable in my eyes. He then hits something and I came back and hit two triple 15's. Now im back in the game. It comes down to whoever can hit their bullseyes first. I needed to hit four, he need to hit three. I managed to get it down to a one on one. Whoever hits the first bullseye wins. Naturally he goes up to the line and goes, miss, miss, double bullseye. :(
Im really not all that upset, since I held my own against one of the best. It also built my confidence when the rest of the opposing team came up and shook my hand expressing how good of a game I had shot.
Took a "sick day" yesterday. Essentially, I was sick of going to work, and stayed up late on Tuesday night playing darts. So I spent all day yesterday tooling around in my apartment playing video games, and cleaning things up. It was a much needed day of relaxation after a long two week stint of work.
This morning it was raining in New York. Not pouring rain, and not drizzling. Just the kind of rain that makes you angry. I trudged up to my bus stop (my iPod battery dying about halfway there), to wait about thirty minutes for a bus. Then I go to transfer to the bus I need to take to get over the bridge, naturally I see it pulling away as I walk up to the stop. So after a twenty minute wait, already twenty minutes late. I get onto the bus and go one stop to where the elementary school is.
The bus is generally packed with kids going off to school/college, now there is this fat little kid (I know it's wrong for me to say, but this kid was fucking HUGE) maybe about five or six years old. He starts SCREAMING at his mother because somebody else pushed the button to signal for a stop. He then precedes to start headbutting his mother in the chest repeadtly screaming, "I want the fucking bell!".
Are you fucking serious?
Of course I snapped back to my childhood and thought about what happened when I threw a tantrum. I got the shit slapped out of me, and everyone went about their business. This mother on the other hand just let the kid go about his ways. He then decided he didnt want to go to school and wasnt getting off of the bus. So the entire bus just stood there for ten minutes while this mother tried to think of what to do. SHE JUST FUCKING STOOD THERE! Now maybe she shouldnt have hit the kid to get his attention, but at least grab his arm and escort him off of the bus. People have to get to where they are going, and using the excuse of someones shitty parenting usually doesnt fly with the boss.
At least it's almost the weekend. :/