Is it any wonder a darts game in Melbourne got trashed? It has about as much entertainment value as counting trees in Antarctica. I came home from the football this afternoon - you know, a real sport with actual athletes that have to run, dodge, jump, kick and play around their opposition - to a pub full of blokes watching darts. The English love it. They were screaming at the TV. But if you take away the bookmakers who change their prices after every leg, the loud music, the tackily-dressed models with comically large racks, the crowd members wearing outrageous costumes, and the wanky announcer moaning Ooooone hundred and eeeeeeeeightyyyyyyyyyyyy all the time, what do you have left? Two fat blokes throwing needles at a chunk of cork. Whoever decided that darts should be a spectator sport needs a lobotomy.
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 03:06:03 +0000