My friends Cheryl and Karen were at my house last night for our once a month Scrabble Poker Night. As usual, it was mainly an excuse to get together and have dessert too close to bedtime, but we did manage to get one game in before calling it a night. Both Cheryl and Karen are competitive when it comes to whatever it is we’re playing and they do things like STRATEGIZE while I just sit there and wonder if it’s been too soon for me to refill my plate with snacks.
My mother and my brother Jonathan LOVED to play games when I was growing up, and they were always asking me to come join them in Canasta, Rook, or Monopoly, but that required time away from whichever book I preferred to keep my nose in and as such, I was a killjoy on a regular basis.
Cheryl mentioned to Mr. CPQ that I’m never competitive when we play, and he laughed and said I was highly competitive, but I think it’s only when I play with him. On most days, he’s the sharper tool in the shed and nothing delights me more than besting him at anything.
I’m sure a marriage counselor would have a field day with that.
I ended up losing the game last night, but it doesn’t really matter to me. What matters is that my friends were at my table, the talking was free-flowing, and the hazelnut pudding and strawberry cake were close at hand.
I venture to say that makes me a winner, every time.
Do you have a favorite game? Are you competitive?
Have a nice day.