Due to a minor disagreement with the chicken who plays tic-tac-toe at the Tropicana and then a major disagreement with casino security this is probably the first column ever about the sport of darts which was conceived, at least partially, while in handcuffs. Due to an appointment that I think it would be wise to make on time in the morning and also thanks to a pretty fair portion of aiming fluid, this column will been brief. For the record though, let's be clear about one thing: the chicken's a little bastard and he CHEATS!