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We were playing league darts on Wednesday night back in the early 1990's at the VFW hall in Palmer, Alaska. The other team was from the King Mountain Lodge out of Chickaloon. The King Mountain team (two women and four men) car pooled in a little old beat-up Subaru station wagon the 45 miles or so down the mountain to Palmer. One of them was a very big, very scary guy. Everybody knew him as "Big Scary Guy". He was usually tame and mild unless he started drinking Black Velvet.

On this particular March evening the weather had turned warm, and the parking lot was an icy-muddy mush.

Inside the VFW, Big Scary Guy managed to put away a lot of Black Velvet and commenced to getting very vile. His own team was pretty much disgusted with him.

I don't remember how the darts went that night, but I'll always remember how, when the night was over, the King Mountain team made a mad dash for their Subaru, with the very inebriated Big Scary Guy barely able to bring up the rear. All the team managed to get into the Subaru except BSG, who happened to slip and fall just behind the car. The driver evidently didn't notice that BSG wasn't in the car and commenced to back over him. The bad news is BSG was unhurt largely due to the icy-muddy mush of the parking lot; the good news is we forever have a new dart term for handling drunk and unruly players: The Parking Lot Treatment!