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Apparently I left just in time on Tuesday night.

As usual, we had our dart league game, this time at home at the Charles Playhouse. We were playing against the Somerville DAV. I was playing with new darts, so I was just not used to throwing them. I wasn’t doing so hot.

And after winning my first 301 game, I lost two in a row, and decided to take off rather than watching everyone else play. Kristina had the car, so I had to figure out a way home. My plan was to take the T to Malden, then either a bus or a cab home. Pretty simple, right? Wrong.

I got on the Orange line at New England Medical and the train stopped at Haymarket. We had to board a bus for some reason, and about half an hour later, I finally arrived at Malden station. I couldn’t find a cab whatsoever, so I called Kristina. No answer. So I kept walking, trying to find a cab. Nope. I finally talked to Kristina, who was sleeping and didn’t want to pick me up. I ended up walking a few MILES home.

When I was nearing home, I got a call from my teammate anonymous. Apparently as soon as I left, during his 301 game, his opponent started making fun of him. Anonymous fought back, and they almost had at it right there. The other team jumped in, and it was enough for people to get thrown out of a bar.

Our team almost got into a full-scale fistfight with the Somerville Disabled Veterans club. Now that’s class.