Given the circumstances, I thought I would bring up the great report I had done in Ukraine just ten years ago,…
Given the circumstances, I thought of evoking the great report I had made in Ukraine just ten years ago, on the eve of the Euros, marveling at Odessa and its brand new stadium with its columns with capitals Ionic and Corinthian painted white, its porticoes, its 34,680 seats to applaud the Chernoie Morie club. Given the sadness that saddens me, I preferred another horizon.
Chance, always chance, well, not always, but often, chance led me to darts. I assumed an ancestral game, I imagined Neolithic men using arrowheads like you can see in museum windows. The word however does not appear in the dictionary until the very beginning of the last century (the 20th). And again: “small sculpted motif, composed of a crossed quiver with three sharp darts which entered its heart”; or else, I can’t remember who “proposed a game of darts, a javelin tournament” (the choice leaves one wondering).
Steins and bow tie
Sunday evening, therefore, I watched on television, live, without sound, but with the overlays, a darts event – which is a sport or, at the very least, a game of skill which would like to become a discipline Olympic like archery. The room was filled with spectators, seated at tables, in front of mugs of beer, heated by a master of ceremonies in a bow tie, swept by rays of blue and red light of uncertain taste. Two competitors entered the fray a bit like a boxer, only more cool, then began to throw their darts at the target, three by three (22-gram Cosmos and 21-gram Harrows, to be precise). On the one hand, Paula Murphy, 65, redhead, nicknamed Smooth, who surely testifies to her regularity, and who comes from Orange Park, probably in Florida; on the other hand, Veronika Ihasz, 36, no nickname, brunette, who comes from Nyül, why not. Frankly, the exercise seemed quite tedious to me. And, in the end, I understood that the youngest had won.
Two competitors entered the fray a bit like boxers, only cooler
