I have this competitive side. Not a lot of people see it, except when I'm shooting pool, but it rears its ugly head every now and then for other things. Bowling. Horseshoes. Euchre. Darts.
Darts is what caused it to awaken tonight.
The first game, OtherDave was kicking my ass at first. I couldn't get the damn house-darts to fly straight, let alone in the direction I desired. I think he closed out everything except bulls before I closed 20s.
But, I found my elusive alignment, and I came back and I won that game. Via luck, OtherDave insisted.
The second game was a joke. Although I really was trying, OtherDave constantly accused me of fucking around as I mowed through the scores, easily winning by a score of about 11,000,000 to zero.
The third game, I threw one dart to his three darts per turn. Once I'd closed everything but bulls, I switched to throwing left-handed. I don't think OtherDave noticed - he was too busy trying to find the dartboard along with the proper words to describe his new hatred for me.
"Teach me a lesson," I implored. "I'm being a real dick right now. Make me regret it."
But alas, it was not meant to be. I won that third game as easily as I'd won the second, just with two-thirds fewer darts. And opposite-handed, at the end.
I can certainly be a dick sometimes, because of my competitive side, but I always try to make up for it in other ways.
Like tonight, I paid for his beers.
I'm not all bad.