The Good Old Days

Amber and I were reminiscing about the younger days, in particular when I was a member of The Dallas Dart League. Our league would play other teams from all over town and sometimes the world via telephone every Tuesday night. I recalled becoming quiet good at throwing darts and that the sportsmanship was amazing. Amber said all it did for her was to make her a nervous wreck. I said I thought she must be a little confused. That's when she pointed out that I was the one confused and produced a letter of evaluation from my dart team captain. The letter said that I needed to work on my form/technique in order to become more competitive, however, "On a more positive note, Terry drinks well with others."