I'm officially a redneck.

Several things in my life my lead a person to believe I'm a redneck including the moonshine in our bar and the numerous cars outside our house, especially the lovely burnt orange 1984 Ford pick up truck. (For the record all the vehicles run just fine. Or at least when I put gas in them they run fine. Gas is such a pesky little detail.)

And now I am the proud member of a dart league. Yes that's right a DART league. Who knew that even existed? Not me, that's for sure.

Our friends asked if we would be interested and even though I'd never thrown darts before I said SURE! with great enthusiasm. Hoping of course they would forget all about it.

They didn't.

For the past two Thursday nights I've been at a local bar by the name of The Coppertop. Sounds classy huh?!

I've got the lingo down. I can throw without having the dart ricochet back and smack me in the forehead. I've seen actual improvement and even worse, I'm actually having fun. Am I crazy?

Don't answer that.

Our "season" doesn't begin for a few more weeks but we've agreed to meet weekly and practice so we don't look like fools ,because they expect a lot from C League players, since we don't have anything else to do.

It's Thursday. Tonight you can find me at The Coppertop, swigging down some iced tea, inhaling insane amounts of second hand smoke and playing a mean game of cricket or 301.

Provided I can double in.