First I would like to tell you a little about a mistake I made. In my second Mugshots post, I said about how Sweeny was annoying and how I did not like him. Usually I am pretty spot on about people after one or two meetings. This was one of those cases where I was dead wrong. I would like to now correct that and say that Sweeny is a good dude, very smart, and pretty funny. Although he has some bad taste in arena rock...
Anyways, lately we have been playing darts over there. Usually it is Sean (our local AT&T salesman, so if you see me rockin' an iPhone, blame Sean), Steve, and I. The first time we played Sean was beating me pretty bad, although it had been months since the last time I played darts.
Obviously we play Cut-Throat Cricket, and Sean was pointing me because I could not close out the 18s. He had a sizeable lead, just needed to close the bulls and 15s. I decide to start going after the bulls. I hit one and Sean says that I will not hit one the rest of the night. My next time up I hit two bulls and one double bull. Yes, three bulls, pretty awesome, huh? It gets better. The next round up, I nail a double bull and then a regular bullseye. Five in a row. Needless to say I ended up winning the game.
A few nights later we played again and this time I was winning easily, and needed just one bull to win. I decided to get a little cocky. I look at Sean and Steve and tell them that I will throw this round left-handed. They make fun of me for being a cocky asshole, especially after my first dart misses the board. The second dart hones in near the triple 11. Third dart nails the bullseye. Needless to say, they were amazed.
The very next night I stop in after work, and they want me to play, but this time Sweeny is playing. Well that night I learned a lesson in humility. Back in the day Kern and I used to have some epic battles up at the Arena. I would say that I usually came out on top (he will not admit that), but it was seriously always super close.
Sweeny taught me what a great dart shooter looks like. He used to play in leagues and won a bunch of League Championships. His first round was like triple 20, triple 19, then back up for a single 20 just to point us all. He kicked our asses.
That night I also got a nice head-butt from sweet Anastasia, who pretty much polished off a box of wine all by herself. She beat up Sean, and the next time she came over to hit him, he pushed me in front of her. I fell forward and her forehead slammed off my jaw. I felt like a dude punched me in the face.
That is Anastasia in the white and Jen in the green.
Also, that same night, Sean got very pissed at this deuschebag Brett, which cracked Steve and I up. The extent of what happened is not really important, but just fun to think about. Here is the only line you need to remember from that entire night:
Sean: "I am not going to be mocked by someone younger than me with less hair."
Steve: "Sean, I mock you all the time and I have less hair and am younger than you."
Just one of those silly things that happens that no one gets or really finds funny unless you were there.
One of those nights was also my late birthday celebration, so a trip was definitely made up to the Fireside Inn to play a little Wii bowling, which I am not so good at. Although that night, I think I played left-handed. Not a good idea.
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