At the oche

I entered the New Year, sports-wise, at the oche (the line behind which you throw darts from) of all places. The World Darts Championship finals are on tonight and paying a fortune for Cable TV here, meant that I could watch the tourney ‘live’ through the X’mas season.
It took me back years, because, one of my graduation subjects was darts (snooker was the major). My degree says psychology (English being the major), but truth is, I spent a lot of my college years at a pub on East Street in Pune throwing darts. I’m no Phil Taylor, though.