Dartboard: (n) the target used in the game of darts.
Ann Arbor, Michigan
After I shared at a coffeehouse and sang my songs, some of the nice folks who attended invited me out to a restaurant called “Lums.”
Now, if you don’t know anything about “Lums,” I’m not going to try to articulate a great deal. Just think about delicious sandwiches and soups, with the addition of local delicacies like bratwurst and a very tiny deep-fried fish called smelt. (That is the extent of my tour journey through the essence of “Lums.”)
But what I remember is that this particular gathering of souls loved to play darts. The restaurant had a small bar with a dart board hanging on the wall.
I had never played darts in my life.
I had never regretted not playing darts.
But I wanted to be hospitable—especially since they were treating me to a “Super Weiner Dog.”
So they handed me a dart and said, “Go ahead. Take a shot.”
I was so indifferent to the prospect and so certain I would fail horribly that I just took it in my hand and threw it quickly.
It stuck right in the center.
I was shocked.
The friends who brought me to the restaurant thought I was some sort of dartboard hustler—so they pushed, encouraged and dared me to finish the game—against their best dartboard champion.
It was horrible.
You see, the reason I did well with that first dart—why I was so lucky—is that I didn’t think about it at all.
I just tossed it off.
For you see, when you play darts, standing there with one in your hand, if you start aiming for the center, the shakiness caused by your nerves and the lack of knowing how hard or soft to throw it, makes the dart go nowhere you envisioned.
Honest to God—after that first throw that landed in the center, I not only didn’t score points, but I never hit the board again.
After about ten attempts, my friends realized that I was hanging in mid-air of humiliation, so they cut off the punishment and we went back to enjoy our dinner.
As we sat down, one of the young girls who was there for the feasting said, “Here’s the problem. Darts don’t involve your brain. If you think about it, you’ll screw up. You just have to toss it and hope for the best.”
I overthought her statement.
Maybe it was the remnant of the failure still taunting my soul, but I will tell you—she’s right.
After you’ve tried something, practiced it, studied it and learned it…
Just go ahead and toss the goddamn dart.