The doubles were flowin’ for me like a frickin’ fire hydrant on crack recently at the Greater Nashville Darting Association’s annual Music City Classic. But damn it, they just weren’t producin’ the dough. My first look at a double – at Rodman Rodman – came the moment my plane landed. The man with double first names (or double last names) – no one frickin’ knows which – was kind enough to pick me up, show me around the city, try to indoctrinate me to country music, and whoop my ass six legs straight at the Edgefield Sports Bar (921 Woodland Street), an excellent darts joint with even better cheeseburgers. I did get a look at some real doubles here but just couldn’t close the deal.