Now this, THIS man is a farter. There’s no doubt about that. But you know what? I believe the non-kicking Gary Anderson when he emphatically states he isn’t the farter. The fact that this fine chap has to defend himself against allegations of farting to the point he has to swear on his kinds life seems a tad extreme. But if we’ve learned anything from out childhoods, he who smelt it, dealt it. Also, for some reason I completely believe Gary when he says that when he farts, he shits. You don’t just publicly admit multiple times that you’re a Sharter unless you have issues.
Is it a legal play to cropdust the playing field of darts? That’s the interesting part. You play to win the game, period. However, this isn’t ‘Nam. This is darts. There are rules. Regardless, I’ll be damned if this farting scandal puts a dark cloud over the world of darts. This Pro Euro Darts league looks like some of the most enjoyment anyone can get out of life. Gay Pat had this blog the other day about one of the best dance celebrations out there after a perfect 9-darter. Just good clean fun.
The glitz. The glamour. The girls. These guys have it all. No lie, that legitimately looks like the most fun thing I’ve ever seen. Like I grew up yearning to play under the lights in either baseball or football, but why? Everything any grown man would ever want is right here in the Euro Dart League. Plus you can booze your face off and still be considered in your prime well into senility. Glory days turn into glory years. Love it.
Flashback to one of my favorite videos of all-time: “It’s highway robbery in alley talley!”