Things Are Not Quite Cricket Anymore

I don't suppose anyone is playing darts these days. Eminating in the maintenance lunch room, the activity had an enthusiastic following back in the late 80's. Shooters lined up to play cricket, 301, or team 501. After 121 underwent renovation, the game moved to the new venue and enthusiasm spiked to an all-time high. Friday afterschool sessions were well attended.

Some guys took their darts seriously, buying expensive tungsten shafts and outfitting them in colorful flights. Others trying to gain an edge purchased sharpeners, chalk, and even flight protectors that prevented "split ends" by deflecting the darts into the bristle board. While most games were competitive, one social studies teacher was the clearly the acknowledged "Master."

The game waned when the room became too crowded with chairs, couches, and recliners that would sound the eventual death knell of the activity. Sadly enough, there hasn't been talk of bringing back the game. For a little nostagia, check out this page of dart terminology or better yet, recall the unique terms coined by our own Spartan chuckers (like 41 Newport Gap Pike).