That’s Fucking Teamwork!
It was a long boring evening, when my friends came to me and asked me, “hey pica, there is a dart league going on, do you want to join us, play darts and drink a beer?”
Well, needles to say, I didn’t know what does it mean neither league nor darts. But it didn’t make any difference to me, since there was the part about a beer. And even dumb like me knows this mystery word.
“Sure,” I said.
“Why not, I have got nothing better to do then sit here and scratch my balls anyway…”
So I put my eggs* back into my pants and got ready to start my career as a dart player.
Somehow, after few throws when I almost hit a dartboard, I began to like it. And spend my money in “baseball” too…
It must be almost a year since then. I can throw a little better now, I guess. Even if holes in the wall around Josh’s dartboard say something else.
And one more thing has changed. I have never thought that I’ll become a member of a dart team. But my friends forced me to play. They didn’t hesitate to use all dirty ways to do it - menace, guns even getting me drunk. I started to play for a team.
I have played only few games, but still feel like a member, even when I am now far away and can’t help with throwing anymore. Every week I am looking forward for update to find out how have we played. And it is not less interesting to find out who sucked last week, how much got Dave drunk and all this “dart stories”.
Well, I have mentioned some names, so I should introduce them a little bit.
Dave is the captain of the team. No, it is not because he is the best player; he is just a very old man and seems to be the most serious. But in fact, he is the craziest motherfucker I know.
He is the only dart player who has a remote control in his darts, so he can turn off a jukebox when he throws.
Josh alias Sanco is much younger, but he has got already two grown up kids. I am one of them. Yes, he is my father. The interesting thing is that we still don’t know who is our mom. Women love him and he likes to change them very often. Probably even he doesn’t know which one was the first one. He throws darts pretty well. Sometimes he tries to cheat and after three darts he throws a “thing”. The “thing” is a nasty dirty red something what looks like a hat. He never gets a mark for that… Mike is the youngest member of our team and my younger brother. He is a decent dart player, until Dave gets him drunk. Mike is a busy man, always keeps two-three jobs, so he doesn’t have much time for darts…
Jason and Baer are the best players of our team. They are really good, what pisses me of especially when we play “baseball”. The only way how to win and get some money from Jason is to get him very drunk. We did it once and he almost broke a window, situated next to the dartboard. Probably saw a mirror image of his face in the window and tried to hit bull’s eye.
Heather is Baer’s wife and she is the best female dart player I know. Partly because she is the only one I know. I don’t count ladies from a bar, which need help with pulling darts out from a dartboard… They make Lonnie very happy. O yea, and Heather is pregnant now. I suppose that first word, her (and possibly Baer’s too) baby will say, is gonna be “dart”. Well, it seems that this time Baer really “hit the bull’s eye”.
And finally there is already mentioned Lonnie. Very funny guy. He throws darts like nobody else. It is hard to explain, have to see it. It is really something… Love that guy.
There are many other friends, which don’t play, just go with us to have a good time.
All these people together make a great team. The team, I have had an opportunity to join. The people, who care about each other.
Hope for days, when all the people in the world will make one great team, when everyone can proudly say “ that’s fucking teamwork…”
*eggs = testicles