The Pieman, aka Andy Smith, is broad of chest, bulging of belly and has an appetite strong enough to rival the power of his forearm. He is carried from the tunnel to the stage on waves of chanting and often presented with a steak and kidney pie for his efforts. At this point the chant morphs into "chug, chug, chug" as the pastry prince is encouraged to down the pie in one sitting as if it were a pint. The man is a sporting shaman, ritualistically positioning himself between the gods of growing old and us mere mortals. He cares for arrows, not arteries; he wants the darts score, not the calorie count. Andy is the priest-doctor who proves that there is nothing in the world that cannot be improved by the presence of a pie. This is his outstanding contribution to the world of darts.
