I am fiercely competitive. I was always this way but never realized how bad it was until I started dating CJ. He likes to do all kinds of sports/activities and he introduced me to them as well.  Many of our dates were spent playing volleyball, frisbee, darts, mini golf, video games, racquetball, and tennis. Turns out, I don’t like to lose. And wouldn’t you know it, CJ always won. I’m not exaggerating either. He ALWAYS won! He would even play me left-handed sometimes and still win!

This did not go over well. We finally agreed to stop keeping score because it was causing too much strife.

I figured, ok, he’s superior with the physical stuff but surely I could beat him when it comes to intellect (just call me Vizzini). Ah, no. Turns out he’s better at that too (or at least equal). Inconceivable! He won many, but not all, of our trivia games or other such mental jousts. Dammit!

At least I can say I’m the one with the looks. Oh wait, he went to modeling school. Dammit!

Ok, well, um, I’m younger. Ha, there, I win!

See, what I mean? Competitive. This, among other reasons, is why I am the real life equivalent to Monica from “Friends” (the part of this episode where Monica and Mike are playing table tennis is pretty true to life with how I am).

Anywho, it’s no secret that I enjoy watching and following the NFL. I’m a big Steelers fan and enjoy Sunday football days and Monday football nights. This year I decided to participate in a Fantasy Football league. I had done one a few years ago and did poorly because I was relatively new to the whole thing and didn’t know the players. Now I do. And I am doing awesome! My fantasy team has been in first place pretty much the entire time! (neener-neener-neener!)

Until this week.

Unfortunately, I made the mistake of benching Adrian Peterson. I know, I know. Why bench the #1 fantasy draft pick? Well, hHe’s been doing poorly the last couple weeks and he didn’t practice all week due to an injury. Figured IF he played it would be limited so I benched him. And wouldn’t you know it, he played and played awesome. Like, really awesome. 

Inconceivable!

I actually had nightmares over this. Literally. I tossed and turned all night dreaming of how I lost the FFL because of that one mistake. And then the world ended.

Ok, not really but that’s how much this bothered me! I shouldn’t have doubted my number 1 guy! And now I’ve fallen to (gasp!) second place.

I sure hope Isabella doesn’t get my competitive streak, or at least not as much of it. Sometimes it’s beneficial because it pushes me to try harder and play better. But more often than not, it gets me in trouble or at least very frustrated. I really have to work on it.

Now, who wants to race me up and down the halls of The Mall? I bet I would totally win! Ready, set, go!