Control The Narrative: Pro Darts Player Tries To Claim He Did Not Fart Around His Opponent Nor Did He Shart. Blames The Velcro He Was Wearing

Darts is massive, look at this company. We have a Darts Day in New York and I'm pretty sure every person who works in that city goes nuts that day. So when we have a farting situation on our hands, we have to talk about it. I mean it's darts. Farting happens in darts. I don't know what to tell you, but it's a bar game where people are usually drinking beer and maybe eating some greasy food. Easy to let one leak out of your asshole when you're not expecting it and focusing on trying to hit a triple 20. But James Wade wants to make something very clear: 

I don't believe you. There, I said it. I don't believe that sound was velcro. I have velcro all over my leg right now because of the boot I'm stuck in. I know the sound of velcro better than anyone at the moment. I also work at home alone all day, I know the sounds of farts. That was a fart. You don't pause for a second before the sound comes out and unleash hell. That's a fart! It's a good fart. That's one that you have to smile at and chalk it up to guys being dudes. 

I gotta credit old James Wade here. That's a man's man fart. That's how you do it. You look over the shoulder, make sure the coast is clear, grip onto something and let it go. Now, sure, you gotta know that you're likely going to get it picked up by a mic somewhere and then on TV/the Internet. But, hey, it's a quality fart. It's one of those you gotta tip your cap too. Plus, it's still a sport. This is mental warfare at its finest. You let one of those out and you stink out your opponent. You let them know, this is your dartboard. This is your area, good luck coming into it.