My boss and I were sitting in the business class lounge at Narita Airport. We had been out the night before at a bar on Akasaka-Mitsuke playing darts, and had a great time. As often happens when I have a glass of Bailey’s Irish Cream on ice in my hand, an epiphany came over me.

We all know that there are two kinds of sports in the world… real sports and fake sports. Real sports include football, soccer, hockey, etc. There are sports where the professional athletes are specimins of physical strength, who’s athletic qualifications are obvious for everyone to see.

Then, there are the fake sports. You know… the “sports” like NASCAR and poker where there really isn’t much if anything physical going on.

The epiphany that came over me was that I realized I could not categorize professional dart players. Darts is not an easy sport. It’s amazing to watch these guys throw these needles into an area about two square inches in size from 7 feet away regularly. These guys are good… consistantly good, not “oi, I hit three bullseyes the other night down at the pub, mate!” good.

No one ever looks at a person and say, “wow… he looks good! He must play darts.”