After finishing my tea, green of course (gotta think of the environment), I pour the wetted leaves onto the dart board. Actually I use a Ouija board for a Dart board, but no one really notices since it has a pic of my buddy Chavez on it. The leaves seem to always form a mustache on his face. Who'd think?
I then go out to the street. No, not Wall Street. Main Street. Ok, not Main Steet, but a dirt road that runs out to the slough. I accost one of the bare foot peasants, now known as State Workers since they are mandated to receive minimum wage by Arnie, here in Kah-lee-forn-ee-ah.
We return in front of the Ouija-Dart board and proceed to compete in Rock-paper-Scissors to see who gets to toss a dart. Fun stuff.
I don't know about competing with the Eight Ball. The Eight Ball is based on real science, and just plain looks cool.