- Game of pickup football with a bunch of little boys under the age of 13. Do you know these little boys tried to clown me. When I would have the ball to throw they would move up as if I couldn't throw a football (I mean, I guess if I was a teeenage boy and this big rusty 30 year old woman came up, then I'd of reacted the same) Guess what? The joke was on them, I was a BEAST! I was throwing the ball around and running like the wind. True, I felt the pain later, but I had to prove a point. Anything to get that
Heismanself satisfaction of winning.
- Spades... no explanation for that one, just know that Spades brings out a side of me that is lethal, I dare you to say something negative or salty regarding my Spades game,
or I'll be forced to thrash youbecause I gets busy!
- Pool... I think I caused a grown man to almost cry. (Like for real) When I play pool I am a terrible sport (not a sore loser though, because in the words of the poet laureate of my inner thug (Jay-Z): "I WILL NOT LOSE." I taunt, tease, trash talk, and
alliterate. Something comes out of me and I turn into a assholecomplete cocky crazed alliteratingperson.
- Scrabble. Le sigh. First let's talk about my love for the most fabulous board game in creation. I have been playing scrabble since the tender age of 8 (so like for 10 years, lol), and endured years of utter destruction, demoralizing ,domination, and
alliteratingby my mother. This ego bruising over the years made me strive to be all I could be in the Army. So now I play Scrabble like it is a contact sport.
The moral of this pitiful story is I am a tenacious opponent. Take for instance, I am fighting some adversity now, but I know I will be alright, because I refuse to lose. In life I am just as competitive, I should be, I've had lots of practice whooping up on fools all my life!