the sweet smell of victory

Those of you who know me, know that I am a pretty competitive person. However, when in competition with a member of the opposite sex (especially one who talks a big game) I am even more keen on being victorious. My mom always told me not to beat boys at anything because it hurts their ego too badly - maybe that's why I enjoy beating boys so much.

Last night I had the pleasure of running my male opponent into the ground in the all-around Incredible Pizza competition and I must say it gives new meaning to the word “Incredible” when you come out so far ahead. In this epic battle I achieved a 4-3-2 record taking basketball, DDR, Air Hockey (which was a miserable 7-2 loss for my opponent), and tic-tac-toe (previously won in class on Wednesday night). My opponent won the field hockey game (which broke after he scored a goal before the game was over – congrats to him on such a convincing victory), “Ice Ball” (which he won 26,000 to 25,000 after he missed altogether once when his ball ricocheted off the screen resulting in another try for his previous pitiful effort), and racecar driving (a true and convincing victory). We tied in gun shooting and miniature golf.

As if victory isn’t sweet enough on its own, my opponent foolishly agreed to wear a shirt boasting “loser” to class next week if I “happened to win.” You would suppose that he would have learned his lesson at Incredible Pizza. However, that is not the case. He prolonged his misery by playing me in Checkers and Battleship. I will leave it up to your imagination who won those two events that fortunately were not counted in our overall record because I care not to divulge that information.