W. If I say that I am playing in the Darts team in the Berlin Amateur League, I usually laugh. Maybe not as many as I play football for FC TAZ Panter – a team with a constant series of defeats: five games, five defeats this season. But still: laughs. Because darts is not a real sport. For many, it is absurd to throw small arrows made of plastic and tungsten into the smoky room for several hours. You sweat only because of too much beer and bad air. Even in the country of origin of England, Darts was officially recognized by sports only in 2005.
The glorious world championship, which currently haunt millions of people, are much more impressive than in pubs. Smoke burns in the eyes, only guests look boring, slot machines are angry in the background, and, of course, there is a drink. Most players work as if they had not left the restaurant for ten years.
If you combine health and fitness sport, Darts is more anti-sporting. And yet: tactics, arithmetic, accuracy and many training are necessary. In the League, many were rotten once when they quit 180 (three times more than a triple 20)-something that looks so easy with professionals. 180 is a rare animal that you barely see in bars.
When I tried to find an entertainment lesson on injuries, I started darts about two years ago. I did not plan to start the Darts team, but several friends who often dangled in the Kreuzberg pub organized by the Turkish owner who usually played in Darts formed by the only Negerman team in the league. This caused some tension with this, since many opponents outside the barbecue never met a group of Turks and Kurds, not to mention playing against them in such a place equally significant for them.
Not everything in a pub is part of this
Some were honest with a lot of variety. Nevertheless, we heard such offers as: “But you drink?! During Ramadan? ” Or “Boa, what is this name? I call you a different way. ” It was usually harmless. There are idiots everywhere. But the constant feeling of the need to be prepared to protect a friend, because the enemy could say something stupid, made sport more tense. After the game, someone said that he did not mind, but we could not speak in the Turkish, because this could disturb other opponents -which mainly meant what bothered him. I told him about it.
As always, when German racism is supposed, tears of indignation suddenly flow, and absurd attempts follow to prove the opposite: “I was a teacher in Neuulna with many Turkish students!” Or “I am half Croat!”
This is a constant memory that we do not belong, helped my learning curve, which in any case quickly stood, not quite, so I was soon one of the worst players in the team. I was also tired of sitting in a smoky pub several times a week. All this was aggravated by an accident in which my right middle finger remained forever crooked, which finally made my 180 shots impossible (not what I had ever left one earlier). So I stopped in the league. Today I go only from time to time to cheer. Thanks to several newcomers, the team now plays better than when.
