It seems like I've told this story a couple of times lately, so I'll go ahead and tell it here as well.

This was back a few years ago when I would drink every once and a while during dart games. One Spring I joined a couple of people I didn't usually play with to be part of a trios tournament. This tourney started at about 9 in the morning. Everyone (except me) started the day with Bloody Mary's. There I was drinking my colas while everyone else was getting bombed. Anyway my teammates start getting on my case that I'm not drinking. So I decided to show them. I got a shot of Jagermeister. For the uninitiated Jagermeister is a thick, black licorice tasting bit of alcohol that can be rather potent and causes many people to have some interesting physical reactions, usually in the form of retching as it is an "acquired taste". Anyway I take that shot, pound it down, walk up to line and throw a rather impressive round. I go sit down at the booth and say something like, "So, what's the big deal?". They are suitably impressed. I, on the other hand, am hoping that I don't start sweating or that my skin color doesn't change so I can pull off this bluff. You see - I was able to finish my round before the alcohol hit. Let that be a lesson to you young hustlers out there. {grin}