I think I may have found my TRUE calling. A professional darter. And I know what you’re thinking, that this profession is FAR from my educational skill set. That’s certainly indisputable, but my natural talent really can't be suppressed any longer!This past Sunday I was reminding my dad about the dart tournament we had earlier this summer; and how I beat every single male (Dad, Brian, Kyle and Adam) one after another. I was unstoppable. But for some silly reason my dad was convinced that my winning streak was pure luck. RIGHT. And then he went on to say that he could beat me if he just put his mind to it. UH HUH. Now, I will admit that my dad has great determination and usually IS successful whenever he “puts his mind” to something. But I also know that my victory earlier this summer was definitely not luck. So, I challenged him to a game.
We played a game to 301. I beat him. He still had 169 points to go! I cannot even begin to describe how great it felt to SMOKE him! :) We, of course had to play best out of 3 games. He won the second game, but then I ended up winning the last game. SWEET VICTORY!
Dad wanted a rematch tonight. And this time I only needed two games to whip his sorry rear! Love you, Dad! :)
2 comments:
FYI: beating dad doesn't make you professional. It does make you king of the playroom though, haha! He is a tough competitor and I can only imagine the pure bliss of beating him numerous times. Be careful during off hours you know he is downstairs practicing. You might not be winning for long. =)
haha...yeah, knowing dad he would.
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