Something strange and funny happened over the Christmas season. The two most important women in my life – my wife and my mother – both transformed from being people with precious little interest in sport into two absolutely avid fans of…. The darts.
Like most sports – addict men, I’ve tuned into the darts here and there over the years, and have always admired the showmanship of it, with the entrance music borrowed from pro-wrestling and the cheerleaders borrowed from US sports and the audience borrowed from political rallies and the announcers borrowed from boxing. Most of all, I’ve always appreciated the sport for being the one thing on television these days that turns middle aged men with dad-bods into absolute superstars.
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