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Darting Around

I’ve never been one for sports. I don’t religiously follow teams, though I will watch a game recap. I could never properly perform a basketball layup, throw or catch a football with any finesse, or hit a baseball no matter how hard I tried, so I was always the last one to get picked for a team.

I was turned off from tennis when some bozo said he’d coach me for free, but it turned out he just wanted someone he could blast 200mph serves at. I had even bought a tennis racket with the intention of learning the basics. Besides, I figured women might take notice (more like pity) of a strapping young man trying to whack a fuzzy yellow ball across a net and failing miserably. And, sadly, no women took notice. 

A friend of mine tried and failed to teach me the finer points of golf. While I enjoy smacking the hell out of those little white balls on a driving range, I absolutely suck at playing the game on a course. I figured that if I was going to spend that much time in sand traps, I may as well go to a beach instead.

There are really only two activities that may loosely be considered sports that I am any good at: table tennis (ping pong) and darts.

I picked up table tennis during my stint in the military while stationed in Thailand. I was looking for something to do that didn’t cost money and didn’t involve drinking. I started playing in the NCO (Non-Commissioned Officer) rec rooms on the bases wherever I was stationed, and I got to be fairly good, winning more matches than I lost.

During my time at IBM, I had a manager who also enjoyed ping pong and was quite good at it, though he was half again my age at the time. We discovered that IBM had a table tennis setup in one of the lounges on site, and my manager and I would go and play during our lunch breaks. 

We weren’t in the league of those world class players who stand ten feet away from the table and can make the ball move blindingly fast or seem to hover just above the net, but we had a lot of fun. 

I don’t play anymore, though I’m sure I’ll pick it up again given the opportunity.

I started playing darts after looking for something that my then-wife and I could do together after my daughter went off to college. I bought an electronic dart board. It wasn’t very good and broke not long after we started playing regularly. But we played enough that we were hooked, so I bought better one.

While I got fairly decent at it, my ex got really good, beating me 3 out of 5 games almost every time we played. I think she practiced while I was at work, though she never would admit it. 

She had a very unconventional way of throwing. She would swing her arms like a baseball pitcher winding up for a pitch, then throw the dart, not hard, but with uncanny accuracy. My throwing style at the time was copied from players I’d seen on the internet. They all threw basically the same way; using the forearm and wrist to kind of flick the dart. These guys were pros, but my mimicked throw produced mixed results. You can imagine my frustration at losing to a woman who threw darts like a Yankee pitcher trying for a no-hitter.

Since that time, my dart throwing accuracy has improved. Back in 2019, the organization that hosted me while I was in Namibia, the Rössing Foundation, had put on a sporting event for its employees. Darts was among the activities, and I won the first-place trophy! The first time I’d ever won a trophy for anything!

That’s my friend, Florian, on the left.

While I was in Namibia, I found that the locals also enjoyed darts, and I would play them after work at a local bar. It was there, oddly enough, that I learned to associate beer with darts. An association that I enjoy to this day.

My skills had improved since returning from Namibia (so did my beer drinking), enough so that I wound up on a team in the Orlando Darts League. We played out of Fiddler’s Green in Winter Park. I was there for 3 seasons, and the second season I was there, we were first in our division and got a trophy for our efforts!  Every game was enhanced by a pint or two of Guinness. 

That’s my name I’m pointing to.

Since moving to the Greenville, SC area, however, my dart throwing skills have declined dramatically. I was still good enough to get signed onto a team out of Doc’s Tavern in Greenville, and we actually won first place in our division last season, but we did so without much help from me. This season my team, called ‘No Ton Intended’, moved up to Division 2 and we are getting spanked soundly by nearly every team we’ve played so far. And I don’t think I’ve won a match yet this season, regardless of how many beers I drank.

The plaque was a surprise. Not sure how many of those empty spots I’ll fill in.

I know what the problem is: practice, or rather, the lack of it. Like any skill, throwing a pointy bit of metal at a 1-inch diameter target about 8 feet away and hitting it consistently takes practice. Lots and lots of practice. 

A quick search on the internet reveals that professional darters practice anywhere between 1 hour up to an astounding 12 hours a day!! I’m retired and I enjoy throwing, but 12 hours a day?? 

Nope!

Still, after reviewing my league performance so far this season, it’s obvious that I need to practice. A lot. The problem is that I have nothing to practice on. I’ve moved into my house about 4 months ago, and my focus has been on fitting up the house to make it feel like home. The apartment I had the year before I moved in was so small that I had to go outside to change my mind. (Old joke, but still makes me chuckle.) Places where I could go to practice were inconveniently far away for daily throws. What I need is a dart setup here, in my house somewhere. 

Now, I’m on a mission!

Other tasks around the house have been put on hold until I can establish a dart practice space. I can’t just throw a dartboard on a wall and have at it. A dartboard must be hung at a specific height (5 feet, 8 inches from floor to bullseye) and must be a specific distance from the throw line (7 feet, 8 and 3/4 inches). There must be proper lighting. There should be a backboard behind the dartboard that can catch errant throws without causing damage to the wall. And more. 

An engineering challenge that is not outside the scope of my abilities.

So, after careful consideration ( and a few beers), I’ve decided to build a dart practice setup consisting of, not 1, not 2, but 3 dart boards: a regulation board, a practice board where the high-point target areas are all reduced in size, and an electronic dart board.

I’m going to go all out with this setup. I’m putting it in my garage. The walls will be painted. The floor will be epoxy-coated, and the garage will be kept neat and free of clutter and accumulated stuff. 

That’s the goal anyway. Right now, the floor is bare concrete. The walls are painted, but there’s stuff everywhere. 

I’m working on it!

OK, so, it’s a work in progress, but there is progress. Check out these photos…

Turns out that grey felt won’t hold a metal tipped dart. Had to take it off.
The electronic board is just a fun addition.
Finished! Well, almost. That place on the left is for a training board.

It turned out pretty good, even after a few missteps. 

So, now that I have a place to practice, I have no excuse not to get better. But, you how people will make a resolution to lose weight and exercise more, and they spend a lot of money and buy fancy exercise equipment and set it all up, then promptly ignore it? 

Yeah. 

Stay tuned.

Vern

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Darts

I was never one for team sports. When I was a kid I was too short for basketball, too small for football, and baseballs seem to hit me more than I hit them. Oh, I tried, you’d have to give me an ‘A’ for effort, but my lack of speed, agility, and mass relegated me to always being the last one to get picked for teams, if I got picked at all. I didn’t mind so much. I tended to like one on one sports where one person matches his or her skills against those of another, like tennis, boxing or archery. Unfortunately those types of sports were hard to get into in my west Baltimore neighborhood in the late 1950s. 

I suppose that, since I was rejected by team sports, I rejected them. I never watched them on TV or followed team statistics. I couldn’t care less what team got into whatever playoffs or what player got traded to which team. I paid enough attention to sports to appreciated the skills involved, so if I happen to be sitting in a bar and football highlights are showing, I’ll watch, not caring what team is playing or the eventual score, but to see the actual plays being skillfully executed by professionals. I appreciate what it takes to get to that level of skill.

So, no team sports for me. That is, until I got to be much older. I now play on a dart team and the team is in a local league. How I wound up on this team is a story in itself.

Back when I was still married I was looking for something that my then wife and I could play together and not wind up killing each other. One Christmas I decided to buy an electronic dartboard. It wasn’t the cheapest board around, but it wasn’t the best either. It was functional enough that it captured our interest on evenings when there wan’t much else to do. It also fit right into my ‘one-on-one’ sports mentality.

My current electronic dartboard. It’s very similar to the one I first started playing on.

My ex and I played often and, while I was decent, my ex got to be really good. She had a very strange throw where she would swing her arms like a baseball pitcher winding up to sling a fast ball. She’d then would hurl the dart and, more often than not, she’d hit her target. It became a point of frustration for me with her winning so much, especially since I had practiced using tips I had picked up on YouTube. Seemed no matter how I tried, the woman would beat me time and again. 

Did I mention how frustrating that was? 

Yeah.

Anyway, after my divorce I decided that I wanted to increase my skills. I bought a real bristle board and metal tipped darts and hung the board in the garage of my new house. I envisioned having neighbors over to throw on warm summer evenings while chit-chatting and downing a cooler full of beer. 

The neighbor thing never happened, however. I joined the Peace Corps and rented out my house. But darts wasn’t done with me. There was another Peace Corps volunteer in Arandis, the town I wound up serving in, and he was a darts player and taught some of the locals how to play. He even convinced one of the bar owners to set up a dartboard in an unused room.  

One of my Namibian friends kicking my butt.

So, after work, I would head to that bar, order a bottle to Windhoek Lager, the official beer of Namibia, and set about playing against the locals. Once again, I ran into frustration because the local dart players were good, often better than me. Still, it was fun and I got to hone my dart throwing skills a bit. 

I actually got fairly decent, good enough to win a trophy and N$200 (about US$10). Not long after that, Covid hit and all Peace Corps volunteers were sent home. When I finally moved back into my house in 2022 I decided to get another electronic dart board. This one is pretty decent with lots of different games and I can play against the builtin computer. It’s been fun to mess around with it, but I found that I really missed throwing metal tipped darts

Me with my friend and colleague, Florian, showing off my trophy.

There’s a difference between soft tip darts used with electronic boards and metal tipped darts used on bristle boards. Soft tip darts tend to be lighter and can bounce off the board if you arch your throws. A good metal tipped dart on a good bristle board is far more forgiving, but the target areas are a bit smaller. Also, throwing a well made metal tipped dart onto a well made bristle dart board gives a satisfying, “thunk!” when dart meets board. 

Anyway, back to how I joined a dart team. I was at an Irish pub in Winter Park, Florida called Fiddler’s Green and, lo and behold, they have three bristle dart boards! Many bars and pubs in and around Orlando, if they have dart boards at all, opt for the electronic boards where you have to pay to play. Fiddler’s Green didn’t go that route and their dart boards are often occupied by local kids from Rollins College. The pub even hosts ‘Open Darts’ on Tuesdays where anyone can play and possibly win up to $25 in Fiddler’s Green gift cards. 

After seeing those boards I decided to buy a good set of metal tipped darts and started showing up on Tuesdays to try my hand at winning a gift card or two. As it happened, one Tuesday night the captain of Fiddler’s Green’s league team was playing and I guess I made an impression on him, because he asked me to join the team. At that point I was just a so-so player, hardly consistent in my scoring, and I barely understood the rules of the games the league plays. Still, I decided to give it a go. 

As far as I can tell, there are two dart leagues in the Orlando area; one for soft tipped darts played on electronic boards, one for metal tipped darts. I don’t know much about the soft tipped dart league, but I do know they appear to be pretty active.

An ongoing match at Fiddler’s Green. We did well that night.

We have 17 teams in the metal tipped dart league, which is divided into 4 tiers. During the season the scores a team achieves by winning matches determines the team’s position in the league standings and what tier that team is in at the end of the season. The playoffs are between the teams in each tier. My team won 1st place in tier 2 both seasons of 2022 and have trophies to show for it. We made it into tier 1 last season, but didn’t do well enough to win a trophy.

The first season I played I won as many as I lost, but I found that I enjoyed hanging out with and cheering on my teammates. This is my third season with the team and it’s been a lot of fun. We’ve just finished the second 2023 season and, once again, we’re in tier two. We are third place in the tier going into the playoffs. I don’t think we’ll win a trophy this season either, but I’m gonna give it my best shot, or throw, which seems more appropriate.

I actually have my name on the team’s trophy!

Like any sports, darts requires skills which are only gained through practice, but you don’t have to be a sharp shooter to have a blast. Almost anyone can play. If you can throw a dart and hit the board, game on! 

If you’re new to darts and would like to see how well you might like it, I suggest you start off with soft tipped darts and an electronic board. The board will offer lots of different games with plenty of options. I would avoid the very cheap boards, they are far more trouble than they are worth. Expect to pay between US$50 to US$100 for a decent electronic board. I recommend the Arachnid Cricket Pro 450. It has everything you need to get started playing.

If you’d like more info about metal tipped darts, leave a comment and I’ll get back to you.

I’ll also update this to let you know how my team does in the playoffs, which starts tonight (Jan. 29, 2024). Wish us luck.

Stay tuned.

Update: Last night’s match was fun, but my team didn’t do as well as we’d like. That match was against the top team in our tier. The final score was 3:7.

Several very close games where it could have gone our way, but it was not to be.

I lost my singles cricket match. I just couldn’t get my act together. My doubles cricket match was better. We won that one.

Hopefully we’ll do better next week.

Last Update: We came in third in our tier. Not as good as last season, but better than I had expected. There will be some turnover on the team as well, people leaving to pursue other interests, people joining. In all it was a fun season.

As I said, stay tuned.

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Planting Seeds

I enjoy writing though I’m not very good at it. My spelling is horrible. My sentence constructions can be bested my many 10 year olds, and my grammar hasn’t improved since junior high school. Yet I continue. Becoming a writer is what I dreamt of becoming when I was a kid. I’ve yet to realize that dream. It doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try.

Kids dream of all sorts of things they’d be when they become adults. While in Namibia, I had put together a series of lectures I would present to secondary and high school kids that exposed them to things I thought they just would not see otherwise. The lecture series was my way of addressing what I saw as a limit to the imagination natural to young minds. Whenever I asked a Namibian child what he or she wanted to be when they grew up I would get invariably the same answers: a nurse, a teacher, an engineer. All admirable careers, but the answers all lacked vision. What kind of nurse? Did they know they could specialize and become an emergency or operating room nurse? Did they know they could teach yoga, programming, or the art of sword making? Did they have any idea that nearly everything in our modern world requires specialized engineering? 

They did not. 

One of my early attempts at lecturing.

My lectures were supposed to expose these young minds to the vastness of human endeavor. I showed them how medicine and engineering produced prosthetics that allowed people to walk, pick up a can of soda, or see again. I showed them people who taught machines how to dance, open doors, and run on two legs like its creators. I showed them devices engineered to take people into the deepest, darkest, coldest places on earth and view, first hand, creatures never seen before by man.

Did it work? 

I don’t know. They were wowed when the watched a Boston Dynamics robot do a backflip and open a door without human assistance. They appeared mesmerized by men and women who seemed to possess comic book-like powers granting them superhuman speed, and strength through engineered prosthetics. They gasped when a diver surprised an octopus that had disguised itself as a rock. The students and teachers applauded loudly an asked for more, but did any of it mean anything?

I like to think that my lectures and presentations were more than hour-long distractions. I earnestly hope that hearing me talk and showing them video snippets of the world beyond their classrooms and auditoriums planted a seed in what I hope were minds still fertile and nourished with imagination and wonder. But I’m a realist, I know I will likely never know if anything I said or showed took root.

I left Namibia is 2020 as COVID became a pandemic. Some of those high schoolers may be freshman now in the University of Namibia or other institutes of higher eduction. Hopefully, by the time they are seniors, they will have decided of a career path and, hopefully, a few may remember the lectures and videos I showed and make a decision based on what they saw and heard.

I suppose what I’m wondering at the moment is what many teachers must wonder at some point in their career: did I make a difference? I am no teacher, but the sentiment is the same and I’ll likely never know if I made a difference, but I believed it was worth the effort. 

Maybe I should keep trying.

Stay tuned.

Vern 

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It’s Been A While…

It’s been a while since I’ve posted, it’s because I’ve been rather busy, which is a good thing.

To the top of Dune 7

I’ve travelled to Luderitz with the Media Committee team on a project. That was a blast. Been back to Windhoek several times for different reasons, and to Okahandja. I have several weeks of a respite from traveling, but that will change soon as I need to go to Okhabdja again, then Windhoek, then out to the Zambezi region.

I haven’t been sitting idle while here at site either. Movie Night is still moving along. Last Friday we showed Jumanji and even though it was chilly we had a nearly a full house. There’s a lot to get done with Movie Night still. We need to set up the advertising process, advance the renovation of the amphitheater (walls and seats are the next focus), and finalize the whole process for making it self sustaining. It’ll get there.

Movie Night in full swing

One of my primary projects, Dreamland Gardens, had a major move forward. I was able to get a fully funded grant to buy and install two 10,000 liter water tanks and fix their irrigation system. I’ve been busy working the details of that and it’s moving along nicely.

My adult English class was a minor hit and I was able to get help from colleagues to offer remedial English to adults to augment the classes I offer. I’m going to offer my original class again and offer and second level class that focuses on research. The skills I’m teaching may not seem like they are business related, but actually they are. Being able to write a clear, concise and reasonably well researched essay can help learners create business plans and job proposals that are a step above their peers. It can be the defining difference in winning a job, loan, or grant. Combined with what my colleague are offering, learners taking our classes can advance their reading, writing and comprehension of English well pass what they’ve learned in public school. At least, that’s the goal.

English Class for adults

My supervisor seems happy with what I’ve been up to, so much so that he wants to expand it. He’s also asking me to mentor a handful of local small businesses. So, my time on site will definitely be full for the next quarter at least.

It hasn’t been all work, work, work though. The Peace Corps staff asked several of us ‘veteran’ volunteers to host trainees in what called ‘Exposure Visits’. The purpose is to give the trainers a taste of what life is actually like at various sites around Namibia.

I got 4 trainees (the house at my site is big by local standards and I can easily accommodate more if people don’t mind sleeping on the floor). The visit happened on a weekend when there was a Namibian holiday, so some of the planned meeting and greeting I had set up didn’t happen. Instead I was able to give them more of a environmental and cultural experience with the help of my friend and colleague, Engombe Florian, who drove us literally everywhere. The girls (Laura, Alex, Courtney, and Hailey), hiked, spelunked, climbed, and otherwise explored the desert around my site. We had a blast! We saw wildlife (ostriches in the wild), climbed mountains, and explored abandoned sites and more. Also, as part of the cultural exposure experience, we attended a local hip-hop concert.

Exposure Visitors getting exposed

I know that sounds like a vacation rather than work, and for them it was a bit of a time-off, but the point of exposure visits is to let the trainees experience some of the things they were taught about and warned against during their two-month long training. Women especially need to take notice since the culture here tends to be male oriented. At the concert, for instance, they were exposed to how aggressive young male Namibians can be in their quest for a hook-up. I, with Chris, a fellow PCV at my site, and Engombe watched over my charges as the concert progressed. We had to intervene a few times when situations got a bit much.

In all, it was a very positive experience for them, and me, since it offered me a glimpse of what female PCVs have to go through.

Today is the first full day I’ve had where I can do my normal household routines: washing clothes, sweeping and cleaning, and preparing the main meal for the rest of the week. (This week it’ll be pasta with meat and mushroom sauce.)

So, that’s what I’ve been up to. I’ll try to be a bit more diligent in posting more often. Can’t guarantee it though.

Even so, please…

Stay Tuned

Vern