I was just playing in silver and we were about to start when someone entered the lobby and asked who was hosting this game. I told him, I guess I am....jallard. He left the lobby immediately. I said to myself: "well, that was insulting!?!"
So, I assume with him it was all about winning, but I could be dead wrong. Maybe he has played with me before and doesn't like my play style. What's was funny those of us who stayed and entered the game died during the seventh wave. ![]()
Still, I am reminded of this quote that I read:
“For decades, psychologists have noted an irony in elite athletic competition: If you set aside the happy people who win gold and look only at the people who come in second and third, it's the men and women with bronze medals who invariably look happier than the athletes who won silver.
Winning is an outcome. However, when people become obsessed with outcomes, they can lose sight of the journey, lose sight of who they are and how they got there, lose appreciation for the value of people who don't win.”
My youngest stepson was like that. He was obsessed. He had to win one hundred percent of the time--even if it meant cheating.
For me it comes from the love of the game. When I played baseball and fast pitch softball in my younger days. It was awfully nice to win, but for me it was the love of the game--win or lose. If you gave it your best that is all that matters. Ah, but I digress.





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