A writing assignment was suggested to me yesterday. Actually, I was told I was to write a post containing information regarding a shuffleboard rematch that took place last Friday night. Mr. Thunderbolt thought it was not fair to conveniently ignore the events of Friday night when somewhere in my writing this quote appeared recently:
“…heading to a sports bar to get his ass kicked in shuffleboard (shh, let’s not tell him I said that)…”
What I was urged to convey to readers is that Mr. Thunderbolt won best out of five shuffleboard games Friday night.
Here are the pathetic excuses reasons why I lost:
1) We were in a sports bar with Rangers on one screen and Nationals on another right by our shuffleboard table. My suspicion: that particular table was chosen for the distraction the games would create for me.
2) Mr. Thunderbolt was whispering things in my ear during my turn, thereby affecting my ability to focus.
3) He cut me off from caffeine, which helps with my focus. When I was finally allowed a Diet Coke, it was too late. This is like denying an athlete electrolyte replacements: it’s cruel and underhanded.
While he is basking in the victory, it will be short-lived. We don’t have plans to play shuffleboard soon, but we have a grudge-match date planned for Thursday involving a different game: Rummikub.
Silly Mr. Thunderbolt. What was he thinking when he agreed to play me in Rummikub?
Do you and your spouse/significant other both have a competitive streak?
How does it affect your relationship?
I think I’m more competitive between the two, but we don’t play many games together. Maybe when the kids are older, but I’d rather play video games.
ummmm, I don’t know if we’re competitive. Whenever we actually PLAY something maybe, but I wouldn’t call us competitive. I mean I will always have more TWITTER/FACEBOOK fans friends than him and if it’s crying about that, he better just get over it. 😉 LOL
Um, sure, you aren’t competitive at all. Whatever you say Kir. 🙂
We are not competitive, but I am, so we don’t play games. That way I don’t risk making an ass of myself. I WIN. BTW, I can’t believe that you would be a sucker for the ‘sweet nothings in the ear’ whilst engaged in a shuffleboard match. For shame!
I know…I am too smitten with this guy and he knows how to play me AND the game.
I’m not sure about this, but as a woman with breasts you must have been losing really badly to pull out the “he distracted me defense.” Your super powers of distraction should be WAY bigger than his and come in pairs.
However, your lack of diet coke explains it all. How could anyone expect you to be on the top of your game with out refreshingly bubbly caffeine?
It was an ugly battle and I did use my superpowers, but he is really good at playing dirty…cutting off the caffeine flow was underhanded and I never recovered from that.
Now that game bring back some memories for me. My dad had this bar down at the beach, I used to work there in my younger days. I used to play with my husband before he was my husband. Not only can you get competitive which can be fun, but the whole bending over thing can be fun and flirty if you know what I mean…
Jen,
It is such a fun, addictive game. In a short period of time Mr. Thunderbolt and I have had three dates involving shuffleboard.