by Samantha McManus » Thu Jul 30, 2015 6:52 pm
There's something a little different about Sam's bearing as she walks over, bending down to pick up the one stray dart, and plucking the other two from the board. Part saunter, part almost stalking along as she walks back to the line.
"Then I'd better not."
She brings up her arm in a fluid motion and throws. 15 in the doubles range. 30.
Another throw. Double 20, 40.
Finally, a bull's eye.
"How's that?" She thinks over to her shoulder to Murphy with a rakish smirk.