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.
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ok, that was laugh-out-loud funny to me. i can just feel that frustration. i get it! and, i still maintain ... you are a good sport. xox
obnoxious winners are tough to take...as bad as a sore loser.
8 year old winners with gap-toothed smiles i find rather charming ... if i can be the by-stander. ;)
That is funny... Evan "teaches" us how to play Mario Kart too. He wins a lot-- which is why I haven't played him yet. It's not my cup of tea.
I am that obnoxious winner your mom wrote about. Our first fight was over a monopoly board.
You always tell the greatest stories. I am so excited to see you soon!
you ought to write a book of all your experiences with your little brood. (As if you have the time). See you soon. BTW I've never heard of that game before.
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