It was a cold, blustery day outside, but inside the apartment the temperature was rising from the growing tension between me and my nemesis/roomate. The game was cricket, but little did the world know what rested on the outcome of this game. My roomate was devising a coldhearted plan to shorten the extremeties of the entire population. No longer would we be able to reach for the bottle of vaseline on the top shelf, the use of a public urinal would be impossible without a step-ladder, and the ability to reproduce would be totally anihilated among the asian community. It was alot of weight to be resting on my shoulders, but I knew that I had to anty-up and look fear straight in the eye.
My opponent attacked with blistering speed nailing a triple 19, a triple 17, and a bullseye. I could see the cold gleam in his eye as the match began to slip out of my hand. I was down, but not out. Calmly and collectedly I stepped up and threw my darts, desperately trying to defend myself against the onslaught that my roomate was relentlessly throwing at me. I had but one chance left. I stood at the throw line and examined my position. I knew what I had to do. The endless chanting from my roomate became but a small whisper in my ear. My eyes narrowed and I saw only the dartboard. I threw with lightning quickness and pin-point precision, my darts finding their exact notches in the plastic dimpled board. I pounded home a triple 16, tacked up a triple 20, and sealed the coffin with a double bullseye!! The scoreboard lit up proclaiming my victory and etching this moment in the pages of history. I had done it once again. I saved the world from yet another evil demise and sent my nemesis packing with nothing but the lint in his pockets to cherish. |
