Kickball And The Crazy Girl

Ok, so I'm a bit competitive. I swear I was trying to take it easy, after all, there was my five year old son playing kickball with us. I just don't know what happens to me when I play sports. There is this primal instinct in me to cream everyone and everything in site! Other than elbowing my son in the face within the first five minutes of playing, I thought it went very well. If you don't count every time I beamed someone with the ball, or pushed my son out of the way so I could catch it...or tripping over my own two feet running after the ball. Really, it wasn't that bad! 

So here we are a day later....my son refuses to talk about the game, and I swear I've gotten dirty looks of betrayal from the other players. Looks that said "I thought I knew you." When my reflection in the mirror this morning said the same thing I finally caved..."Fine! I like to win. What's wrong with that?" No answer came....just some blue/grey eyes looking back at me. And then some words echoed in my head...

"It was just to have fun."

Ohhhh....

Is it possible for me to play a game and "just have fun?" Not be competitive? If we all played the game to have fun, took the competitiveness out of it, what would this world look like? 

A really good place to be. Hmm....

Anyway, I can't wait till the next game!