Good Sport?

Growing up my mom always told me that I was a good sport. I didn't lose my cool during games, and I tried to maintain composure when I lost. Now that I am a mother I wonder if she was using reverse psychology - praising me in hopes that I would develop good sportsmanship.

I don't play games as much as I used to. When I do, I play against Danny and he usually gives me some sort of "handicap" (head start or point buffer) so that I can occasionally win.

I played Mariokart against Isaac this afternoon. Mariokart is a racing game. Isaac won almost every race. He has a habit of talking during the entire race. He's either telling me about an obstacle he has just dodged, or something about being in first place. As the words "shut-up" and "annoying" were taking root in my brain and heart I wondered, "what is wrong with me?" I'll tell you what is wrong with me. I don't like losing to an 8 year old. I managed to keep my cool, but had to exercise self control. I know, stupid. Now I know why Eli likes to quit in the middle of the race.

Wash My Eyes

This song captures my mood today. I really like Leandra Peak and the words to this Greg Brown song.