A Night Out at the Sawmill

So I wanted to watch the Pistons game the other day, but was met with a dillema. I don't have a TV. The only place I could think of that would have a TV where they would be playing the game was a bar in town. There are three bars in Darby so I figured at least one would have the game on. The first two bars did not have the game on. In fact they didn't have anything on. All I got was a few wild eyed stares from the local booze hounds. So as a last resort I went to the Sawmill Saloon, which I am begining to figure out is the best bar in town. It is decorated with old chainsaws hanging from the ceiling as well as a number of slot machines. The real attraction though are its patrons. So I entered the bar and I was in luck, the Pistons were on. I mosied over to the bar and had a seat. I began to look around and noticed that no one else was watching the game but me. To my right a couple of locals were hootin' and hollerin' over some hillbilly shit, I'm not sure what. To my left were a number of guys playing pool. They seemed to be a little young to me. Then I saw the sign, "No one under 18 allowed." So I guess you can hang out in bars even if you can't drink in them in Montana. These young guys were sort of strange looking. I would have to call them mountain folk. I figured out that this one old guy was one of their dads and he was the kind of man who had no business producing offspring. Whatever. Later on, one of the bartenders was trying to fix an industrial stapler that was jammed. He was randomly pulling the trigger and swinging it around. I was expecting someone to lose an eye. Luckily that didn't happen on this day. Overall it isn't a bad place. Its a lot nicer than the other two bars in Darby.