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haahahha!

Yeah, as someone who had a wayward dart nearly embed itself in my cheek, I wholeheartedly agree.

Still funny though.

Just as shockingly interchangeable to me as "Darts" is "Pool Cues".

Lol... perfect!

I was the unwitting victim of exactly this recipe for disaster. I turned the corner into the line of fire just as a dart was released and hit stuck in the back of my scalp.

It was only a superficial wound, but that kind of thing really sticks in your mind.

;-) HA!

Giving sharp, pointy weapons to alcoholics doesn't make sense to you?

Actually, what doesn't make sense to me is how they can hit the bullseye with such accuracy ever after a few rounds . . .

Yes!

But the intersection should be much larger.

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See also:
(Kegs[x)BBQs]
(Wine[x)Fondue]
etc...

The problem isn't so much that your ability to do these things is impaired; it's that you forget that you don't know how to do them in the first place.

It's all about the OBL (Optimal Beer Level). If one were to graph it, it's a smooth upward curve that will then drop off rapidly--the right amount helps you relax and get in the zone so you're not over-thinking. However, this may only apply to those of us in dart leagues. . . .

This entire blog is genius.

Beer improves aim. At least that's what the bartenders say.

Bring on the beer garden javelin, that's what I say.

In Houston, Texas, I once saw a pub next door to a shooting range.

We play darts and drink pints on wednesdays. Wsing interchangeably - pint night or dart night. The only time this is dangerous is if someone isn't paying attention, and walks infront of a thrower. and this is usually avoided as you are looking forward; except that one time I threw backwards, luckily it missed her head and was, I think, oblivious to dart that wizzed past.

Hey guys, let's get drunk and throw sharp objects! Yeah, that sounds smart. Interesting, I never really thought about that.

This is one of the best Indexed posts I've seen! I threw a dart in my step-sister's foot once at 3-Dollar Dewey's...but we were both 9 years old, hadn't even been drinking! Our parents took us there for nachos.

Oh, this is so good!

I've been impaled by a dart, right through the back of my hand. Sadly, there was no drinking involved.

Didn't do much damage though, although it took one person to hold the metacarpal down against a table and another person to pull the dart out.

Good times, good times.

This play score then gradually decrease the new change palayer. he inner circle he has to down (in ONE!) a tequila shot. This play then gradually decreases the chance that the player can score anything at all. And after a while, the waiters.

Let's see, a sport that involves a steady arm, concentration and good aim, held in a place that specialises in beverages that impair all of them. Hmm, I see your point. It's a bit like having a gymnastics competition in a bouncy castle.

It's called State Dependent Learning. Hypothetically, the state you are in when you learn something is the state you must be in to best replicate it. Many recovering alcoholics who learned to play pool when drunk have to relearn the skill when sober.

"Secret of Monkey Island" (a very old computer game) had an entertaining reference to this sort of thing.

Re. pool cues, I'd think the chance of injury would be much lower than with darts?

Darts in pubs aren't needed because they already have an aiming test called the urinal.

SO TRUE!!

*giggle* Found you through Freakonomics, and I do love your blog!

I have the same feeling about swim-up bars in resorts!

Also, Drew Carey once did a bit on a similar note about drive-through liquor stores. :-)

Ouch! I get your point... By the way, why is it so hard (nigh impossible) to leave a comment when the post is new, but so easy when it is on the More Recent Articles queue? Is there a reason? Do I miss something here?

I totally agree.

it would be even worse if it was lawn darts and alcohol

Oh my mind flicks back to the heady days of 'darts olympics' in the local when we were about 18. There was a complex set of rules, with forfits including things like throwing a dart behind you over your shoulder (at the board still), and having to throw all three at once.

Somehow, despite all the alcohol imbibed, the worst anyone was injured was a few clumisly handling the dart poking injuries.