I am by and large not a competitor as I do not have an athletic bone in my body and never really get psyched for the big game. Badminton is about as badass as I get. Plus, shuttlecock is a hilarious word.
Invite me to play a board game, cards, or trivia though? BRING IT ON.
My trash-talking, ready-for-action self is ready for the cut-throat competition. I turn into a different person. One who uses phrases such as IN YOUR FACE! and PUT THAT IN YOUR PIPE AND SMOKE IT! There are other phrases loudly expressed but I can’t really think of them when I am not under pressure during an intense game of cribbage.
My best girlfriend Jillian is similar. She’s even more competitive and also has a knack for talking smack. Our cribbage games are interesting to overhear. We almost got into fisticuffs once over a game of Trivial Pursuit. If Jillian ever reads this: I am still right. Luckily, our friendship survived and we were able to carry on with our games.
We also have had a two-year rock-paper-scissor tournament going on. He has consistently won EVERY game for the last two years up until a couple of weeks ago. I won, and the smack talk began. It went on for a good half hour or so. Yep. He wins 100 times; I win once and won’t shut up about it. He reclaimed the title last Sunday so my victory was short-lived. He is a quiet winner. Never bragging, never rubbing it in. Dignified.
Then something happened. Something unprecedented. The 4th of July duck races.
He won the first race (well his duck did).
He cheered his duck on.
Pictures were taken of the winning duck.
We even held a ceremony for the duck:
Bobaloo won a tee shirt.
We celebrated the duck victory hard (with a pitcher of beer).
He was a proud champion.
He was happy as a duck in water.
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ReplyDeleteAny person who can get competitive over jenga or laugh at the word shuttlecock is cool in my book.
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