After owning a set of throwing knives for, like, a year and a half, I finally got the chance to use them in a league. After a very open, loosey-goosey sort of invitation, I gathered up my road dawg OtterGuy to travel due east to Cherry Hill, New Jersey, joining a lil' gang of miscreants to huck a different shaped steel at Chopper's. There was an added bonus of the marathon being a sort of celebration for my-very-best-friend-forever Mel's birthday, so my going was a shoe in. A
