Winning for losing
I felt much, much better after leaving Buffalo Wild Wings last night. I lifted a pretty heavy weight off of my shoulders, one which I probably should have tried to lift much earlier.
For one of the few times, I had true competition in SIX, the one-hour Buzztime trivia game which is played Wednesdays and Thursdays from 7 to 8 p.m. Central. Three people gave me a run for my money, which has never happened. Usually it’s been one, sometimes two, but never this many.
One was a person I had never faced before. I didn’t find his handle, STIFFY, to be too amusing, since I’m sure you probably know what it refers to. Think Beavis and Butt-Head. However, I saw the guy was there with his young son, so I had to drop any dislike. He also was wearing a Jim Thome Minnesota Twins jersey, so my former boss would have liked him, since Jack is a huge Indians fan.
The other people providing the serious challenge were a couple who comes there often, Athena and Tusken. They are very smart. We have had some great battles on the board. Athena beat me at Countdown in June by about 450 points ,but later that month, I beat both of them in three Countdown matches.
I was perfect in round one, the six easy questions. In round two, I hit a couple of stumbling blocks which allowed Stiffy to gain the lead, but I ended up finishing the round with the highest score and led Athena and Stiffy by over 2,000 points. Only Athena could keep pace in the third round, and I held a lead of just over 2,000 going into the last round.
Athena caught and passed me in the last round, and she ended up winning by 660 points. In the old days, I might have sulked or let out an obscenity, but this time, I went to her table and applauded. I introduced myself to Athena and Tusken, and they were very complimentary of me. I returned the compliment and asked about their friend Zesto, whom I hadn’t seen with them recently. I learned Zesto had a hip replacement recently, which is too bad, because he’s also pretty darn good.
Whew. That was a relief. Now I feel much better that I don’t consider them adversaries, but friendly rivals. The same with Ryan, who sits at the bar and plays alone.
Maybe I’m coming around. But it feels a lot better to smile and be nice than it did to hold in that anger.