I am finally adequate at throwing darts. We have them behind the shed at work and during lunch break workers form assembly and the machine shop throw them. I never partook because I prefer not to embarass myself with my shoddy eye-hand coordination. I figure it would take hours of practice to get good enough that when they see me I look like someone with a modicum of talent that has never thrown before, as opposed to an fool who worthy of laughter. A couple days after work I would to behind the shed and practice.

Today I finally got it. I averaged a score of about thirty of so (throwing three darts) and that's good enough. The secret, it seems, is not to throw it so hard. Just look at what you want to hit and let it go. If you throw it too hard, as one particular guy does, it is destined to jerk too far down or to the write. If you let it just glide off of your hands, you may not hit exactly what you're looking at, but you'll hit the dart board. So, just look at the board, wind up, and let it fly. The force won't make as much of an impact, but you'll look more graceful by actually hitting the dartboard than you will looking good while throwing it.

There is an awesome metaphor for life in here somewhere, I just know it. Something like the Eagles quote (above in the Quote Header for a limited time!) in "Wasted Time" or the Bush-Gore 2000 election. Speaking of metaphors and writing, I'm going home to work on the novel, so there won't be any more posts tonight. I will probably have something tomorrow, though.

BTW, Stuart Buck hates posts like this one.