A new champ was born. And just like the Cowboys this year—unstoppable, undeniable, and Super Bowl bound.
Just before the final blow. The dartboard didn’t lie. That moment was mine—like the next Lombardi is going to Dem Boyz.
Katelyn was behind the bar—another witness to the madness. Billy Joe had already beaten her at pool earlier in the night. Reed ended his streak. Then I ended his night.
There I was—thumbs up, rockin’ a Saints jersey.
Not from that night—but from a past loss to Billy Joe. He loved it. Mike did too—he posted the pics on Facebook and kept the jokes rolling for weeks.
And yeah, I was still short one Benelli shotgun at the time.
But darts don’t lie. Two wins. One night. Victory… back to back.
“He couldn’t hit the board if it had a neon sign on it.” – Katelyn
“You cooked him. I showed everyone at work.” – Mike Boykin
“Might as well have handed him the dart backwards.” – The New Bartender
Think you’re better than the champ? Come find out.
Rematch Me