Tales of a Secret Rockstar

It's September 9th, and Tara and I are sitting outside playing scrabble on Facebook. It's become our new nerdy hobby. We're just trying to enjoy this lovely sunshine while it lasts.

I dislike losing, but sometimes I handle it better than others. Tara is absolutely slaughtering me right now (325-177), but I seem to be okay with it. Yet, anyone who's played video games with me knows that I don't take that so well. Sometimes I get really whiny when I lose. I tend to do that with card games, or games like settlers. It's funny how sometimes I can control my emotions, and other times I can't as easily. Josh can attest to that.

Writing this makes me think about Summit Floor Hockey season. I'm excited for that. The draft was today. It seems like every year people worry because the players seem "out of control." I think most times it's just that guys are really fired up and passionate. In my 6 years of playing hockey at Summit, I think I've only seen what I would consider "scary anger" about 3-4 times. It's funny to me how people want men to be passionate, and aggressive to a certain extent, but when they have an opportunity to show that passion, it gets misconstrued as anger. Sometimes it is anger, but most of the time it's not. Anyways, just a thought as we start this fine season of sports. I'm happy because there should be stronger reffing and clearer rules, so the instances of actual anger should hopefully be down.

Although, maybe I'm underreacting?