Have you ever been asked if you love to win or hate to lose? Think about it for a second while I tell you how I feel. Ok, here goes...I hate to lose. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. Absolutely can’t stand it.
When people think about losing all they ever think of is sports. For me It’s not just sports, it’s much deeper than that. Although most of the time the thought of my team winning a championship sounds nice, it’s not exactly realistic these days. I tend to categorize a season as successful based on whether or not we lost to our rival. Just for the record…Not a Packer fan (not a Bears fan either.
I’m a competitor, as thick as they come. Always have been and probably always will be. I don’t want to lose at anything. It’s really bad I know, and I’m ok with that. Hey, at least I’m honest about it. It could be a test score, could be a board game, and once back in college it was foosball. It’s a really long story so I will spare you the very intimate details but let’s just say my roommates and I once decided who would get to keep our foosball table over a best-of-85-game-series. In case you’re not sure that’s the first one to 43 wins. It got ugly, not going to lie but rest assured I didn’t lose. We had this rule that you could challenge a team to a duel at anytime of the day by yelling out “FOOS!” The opposing team had 15 minutes to report to the table or the game would be considered a forfeit. It’s important for you all to know that there were zero forfeits during this series and a significant amount of questionable ‘bush-league’ tactics made in attempt to trick us into a forfeit. Setting the alarm for 3am may have been one of them...
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